Short. Regretful Solitude

To flee the noise, the rush, the foul odors, and even fouler language. These are the reasons that I left my home in favor of this forsaken planet. Seeking solitude from those who pretend to care, I am haunted by the memory of my late wife, whom I did not deserve. Now trapped on this tiny planet, uninhabited by intelligent life asides from me.

Here for solitude, to mourn in peace, not expecting to hate being away from it all. I did not prepare to have trouble sleeping without the sound of hovercars and trains outside. Neither, did I expect to miss the way the birds would sneer at me as I passed by. I did not expect any of this, when I came here with only enough fuel for a one way trip.

No, I didn't expect the loneliness to consume me as it has. I am empty, full of longing for what I used to know. I yearn to be home.