I have no idea.

I want to fly untouched over everything that is bad or good inside or out. My grove is barely there, ensconced only by the love of my children. The running goes faster and flying is all I have left. Untouched. Just me. I don't recognize myself. I am a new me. I am alone. The world is now gone. I am so much me that I am now gone too. All gone. And the nothingness is all nothingness is all nothingness.