Break open the center and let it out this nurtured, confounded realization of loneliness as it spills. It gushes into the streets, infecting everyone with an emptiness—unnoticed, we’re walking amongst corpses that can’t smell their kind till heads turn at the sound of someone living, screaming, writhing— dying.
Like how we arrange lovers and hearts in cupboards in the mind murderers and betrayers roam freely, killed often no room for consolidation and refinement, schedules don’t permit the need to feel is greater than the need to believe and no words of wisdom or profundity can replace the hunger to crave the flesh, the mind, the soul, becoming whole in anger and confusion— simply.
I appreciate simplicity. The mediocrity Of being absorbed in my thoughts. The life of a solivagant. It's who I am. It's all I know. Do not deem me ill because You have never sat down and Explored the dynamics and complexities Of your being because we are clearly not On the same mental or spiritual calibre.