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Dearest dear ones,
My family, my friends, my life...

It’s not that I don’t love you.

I admire you, I need you to be a part of me, wherever I go.

I love every nuance of your smiles, the harmonies and melody of your laughter.

I love that you all love each other so completely.

I adore the way you have set up your lives, each with the other, to live and die as family.

When I come to see you, I come to observe your way of living.

I am enthralled. I cherish your devotion to each other, each and every one of you.

But I am not like you.

I cannot simply plant myself in one place, like a tree to be watered,

And grow up high with my feet in the earth.

I cannot wither, I cannot lose my leaves.

I must always be moving.

The futures you wish for yourselves, your dream come true,

That is like a death sentence to me.

While many perceive me as an oddity,

I feel satisfaction in my wandering.

I am not a spectacle,

I am a person, with problems of my own.

I pay my monthly mortgage in stress, endless workdays, self-scrutiny and loneliness.

I give more than I take, to somehow apologize for the way I feel.

But I will not apologize anymore.

My work is my love.

I am free.