[ IP ] Write whatever you want about this place

It was so nice. Being separated that is. Living that high certainly had its challenges. Finding food was a daily struggle against the wilderness. Simply breathing was tricky at first too. Less air, you see. 
 
 But I was alone for the first time in years. I could think. I could be selfish. I could thrive in the daily struggle. I knew I could do everything that needed to be done. I could figure it out. It was easy. A hell of a lot easier than living down here could ever be. Down hear everything is hard to see. Harder to understand. People, I always helped people years ago when I called this world my home. Put them above myself. But I never truly understood people. How someone could selfishly hurt someone that they claimed to care about, or claimed kinship of. I never understood all the tricky little webs that people wove about themselves. Lies and manipulation and tricks. 
 
 I was never for any of that. So when somebody decided that they could put me into one of their little webs, I did n't even notice at first. I got more and more tangled up in their schemes. It was - it is - hard to survive down here for so many different reasons than it is up there. I was played as a piece in so many games, but I broke their games. I never behaved quite as everyone wanted. So when my friends threw me out, a broken piece not playing like it was supposed to, I left. 
 
 In my mind I am still there. Making my shelter, making my way, never once playing with anyone or anything. The animals are simple. All they want is your life. They do n't want you to lie or to love or to lose yourself. It's all very straightforward, fighting for your life in that jungle above it all. You all claim that I am a wild man, that I am savage and brutal. I claim that it is you that are savage, seeing each other as less than human. 
 
 Can I go home now?
