Worlds Apart

What have I been thinking? Why the sudden relief? Why do I now feel like we are from different worlds? What was it that clouded my perception so?

This feeling is good. After all, I’m called to be in the world, but not of the world.

No. This is not me being judgmental and haughty, high and mighty, pretentiously holy and righteous. The fact of the matter is, I am not you. And I never will be.

Worlds apart. That’s what we are.
Out. That’s what I want.
Gone. That’s what I am.