I said to my friend, “I want to stay here. I don’t want to leave. I am afraid of what is out there. Out there, I don’t feel safe.” My beloved friend responded, “Where is ‘here’? What is ‘here’? What does ‘leaving’ mean? And what is “out there”?”
I didn’t answer then. I couldn’t. I didn’t know what to say.
For we both knew–my friend knew all along, I had just realized then–that I wasn’t talking about a physical space. “Here” was–always has been, always is and always will be–a state of mind. A state of being.
And, right now, I miss being here. I really do.
Please allow me to return. Please allow me to stay. Here.