You may believe in your fictitious destitution,
You may be adrift in your false desolation,
You may be wandering a path of solitude,
And you may be drowning in ignorance.

I am occasionally condemned as such.

Our isolation like a xerox.
Synonymous of withdrawal into one's self.
Not uncommon, even cherished.

Individuality becomes enveloped.
Becoming our own worst enemies,
Among a sea of monochromes.

Exposed complexion,
Defined blush,
Vulnerable iridescence.

Recognize a promise to identity.