Dear Little Prince,
I always underestimated you. I always saw you as 'just another fictional character'. Your disability to clear your mind of confusion annoyed me. I am terribly sorry.
I am sorry because I failed to look deeply into details, and find how similar we really are. Where you ended up was not where you started off. Where you had started off was once your home.
Your home consisted of a toxic relationship with your only friend. I'm happy for you that you managed to make yourself slightly more independant.
You got to see how selfish people were. How they thought they owned the world. Funny enough, they did, however they refused to share it. You never gave up, though.
The thing I'm mostly sorry about, is the fact that you ended up on Earth. This place is home to many people, but the number of people who live in dispair here is unreal. The human kind is blind to anything that doesn't involve them as individuals.
You don't wan't to be here, Little Prince. Go back home where you belong. You will feel less alone in your own company, rather than in a crowd of unknown faces. Take my word.
From 'just another human'.
YOU ARE READING
One Thing To Another (Renewed)
Non-FictionI find comfort in scribbling down my thoughts.
