I want to be there, again.

It's lonely up here,
where the ground
is firm and the world is
dark and cold,
surrounded by noise
and fire and the
rushing and bustling
of people with lives
and needs and wants,
I hate it.

I want to be lost
underneath,
never to return,
surrounded by fragile being
that goes day to day
just trying to survive,
accepting me as part
of their world,
wary but unquestioning,
giving me space,
inviting me in,
no matter who or
what
I might be.