The Man who Returned From the Stars

Leaving monotony is not a common thing; you could live on it for months and years with just a cold shiver on your back to remind you what is out there. I should not worry for what people may have to say, for I will come back in a shining light inundating the streets, the squares and the grey buildings. In the distance I shall see a glimmering horizon on a bleak landscape, and the fire will burn into re-entry. How long have I been gone? How far away did I live in the outskirts of my mind? And is there are reason for such glamour, such noise, on the way back? As a soldier returning home, you feel your heart pumping blood again, you see the faces you missed, or the new faces you met. In the end, am I not returning to a different world after leaving the same old one behind my shoulders on that long, distant day? The habitual places I see are no friend to me anymore but I will attach a new meaning to whole of this until I return from the stars.