Thank you. I dunno if I had bothered you ever since I started to show myself to you. I dunno what, nor how, I feel today. Something is unspeakable, like I'm wandering in the middle of wilderness. Total isolation. Something that I don't really exist. I feel like no one, really understands. I feel like, drown down the ocean trench. I feel like I'm walking under the blaze of summer sun between the ripen wheatfield. The tireless sweat had filled my inscrutable face. I'm longing for water that replenish my thirsty soul. I lift up, and lo, the scavenging ravens. Home was I'm looking for. A place to return where I don't really know where it is. That was the cycle of my life. All my days I'm finding the real home. It's seems somewhere in the farmland or the open green pastures. If I had found this, I am fulfilled. I shall raise up a happiest family there. We will being disconnected from the wicked world. My siblings shall gather the seeds of wheat by the autumn. They will help me in the mill. When the bread has made, we will keep it for the winter. My wife shall made a finest garment that bring forth warmth. We will never get cold. The spring has come to pass. We will be happy collecting butterflies and fireflies in the mid summer. We shall be chasing together on the wide grassland. We shall live forever even we're getting old.
