a different perspective

I've never written anything this late at night/ early in the morning. Of course, my brain keeps telling me to go to sleep, and I find myself having to listen to music to make my eyes stay open. Well, they say that when you're in a dreamy state, a different perspective, point of view appears in front of you, and all of a sudden, the universe changes its look.
But even so, I can't go on for a long time, as there's only 15 minutes till my body has to move again, from here onto the plane. Thinking back of what I saw and heard tonight, there are just too many things I don't comprehend, but the world goes on as it always does. Whether I go to sleep or stay awake, or get trapped somewhere in between, I know I'm going home, maybe not as a victorious soldier, but still longing for where I belong. There're countless things that don't go as we wish, and we still get to live with that, because this world doesn't exist for the purpose of perfection. I may want to fix a part of it, but it only comes at the cost of breaking another part. Nonetheless, from what we can see and feel, there's always a possibility, a hope of living in a better way. That's why I kept telling you a similar thing, because it doesn't matter things are good or bad between us, there's always room to have more fun and less pain. If it's a quest to find a better solution, then it will probably last for a life time.
I get scared of this world sometimes, because ordinary stuff can become so peculiar and strange that it's almost frightening. I try to reason everything with logic, but it fails too many times to be convincing anymore. I can't explain how it is, but reasons can't overcome instinct, even though innate reflex can be misleading and result in catastrophic situations. But before anything is sorted clear, let me get on the flight, and head back to where you are. I know eventually I will take you with me, but for now, let me have a shelter, give me some time to reflect, and look ahead once more.
Good night to you, and to whoever is weary and longing for a home to return.