Screaming in this mortal voice will never reach the octaves my divinity sang.

This world was not meant for me. I feel it in my bones.

You open your mouth to scream, and a thousand and one voices come out, each more discordant than the last. You sing.

Every time the wind picks up, I remember what it was like to fly.

"Why are you always so busy" GOD is using me as a VESSEL and I don't have TIME for mortal activities. I do not have the time for this

"we are all human" should i tell them.

I love being human, but now I feel like instead of identifying as a human, I see my human life as a humansona, the same way humans have fursonas. I enjoy being my humansona daily but it dosent mean I'm a human.

I am but a creature. Why do I need to do all this anoing human stuff :,)