(This is a repost from six months ago. I don't feel like saying anything new, because it would be pointless today, but I do feel like saying something.)
There's a place. It's not a physical place, though that's part of it. It's more of a spiritual place.I wrote that in January. I remember how I felt when I wrote it. I remember what it was like to be me, back then. I remember too well.
The place, it's where I belong. It's why I'm here, on this Earth, in this life. To be in the place. It's where I fit, and more than that, it's where the universe fits me.
Problem is, I can't get there. There's no navigable route, and even if there were, the place is already occupied, and even if it wasn't, I'm not allowed in the place.
I've come very close. I've stood next to the place and I've felt its pull so strongly that it's threatened to rip me apart atom by atom.
If I believed in God, I'd surely hate Him, for showing me the place.