Im so tired of here. This world is not my home. All I want is to go home. This feeling? Inescapable. Its like oxygen. And it can only be escaped by measures which could destroy a feeble body. I long to be beside my beloved again. Its all I want anymore. The tears won't stop flowing, no. I miss him. I miss home and I don't know how to leave. This is an inescapable hell. Not my home. Try it, sleeping. Dreaming. Dreaming you're finally back... but you awake again in vain to see the world you're stuck in. You go mad, don't you. Four hundred and sixty five years I've been gone. It's too long. And im tired of here. I want to go home.