I keep feeling homesick for places I know I've never lived in, sometimes I just can't wait to grow up and be able to manage my own life and what I've always wanted. But I know even then the fact is that I'll never become what I truly am
I miss running with my non existant herd in the valleys and open fields, next to streams of water, fighting and playing and sharing each others company. There is more than enough land for all of us, we are undisturbed
I miss assateague island and I'd like to go again, and experience what life with one of my herds could've been
I miss my non existant owner who would take me on hacks up the mountains, but I'd get to rest at the top and look at the view
I miss being able to run very fast, faster than you could even imagine in human form
I wish my feet still made that clacking sound against stone of the towns whenever I had the chance to walk through them, and although It'd make me nervous, people took a glance of awe at me, especially the human children
I miss eating and sleeping and playing and drinking, unaware of anything else, just my instinct
I know one day I will come close to these things at least, I know things will never be the same but theres nothing I can do about it, Ill make peace with it at some point