Like the ashes of burnt rose petals, falling, dusting me in abundance. Indifferent, distant and withdrawn; as if dawn’s early rising sun shunning, and forever forsaken thee.

In my minds eye there is no vacancy, never any privacy, the opposite of solitude be my second most worst enemy, the very first, just so happens to be me.

Ashes, unpleasant to the touch, bitter to ones’ palate, pleasantly reminds me, paradoxically, that nothing matters and to care, seems futile; billions cut from that of peculiar cloth, misunderstood, if not outright, unacceptable.

The societal conditioned, instinctually, driven crippling state of those cursed (perhaps gifted?) with such a mind versus the one that yearns to transcend beyond the toxic, yet seemingly unanimously accepted abnormalities, and those who yearns for such individuals to be silenced, if not, forever outright extinguished.

Condemning many of those who oppose such a reality, absent of greed, one perpetuated, fueled, by an instinctually driven, fiscal/prejudicial brutality, of which those of us that yearn for such a transcendence, to try and overcome extenuating circumstances, and seemingly endless setbacks.

Setbacks unabsolute in being absolutely one owns fault, inevitably to be seen only as such; as a societal abomination, nothing more than a credible source of (dis)information, useless, total lacking in ambitious traits, as special needs or… perhaps psychologically unsound?

It only beckons such a temptation, an existence of current standing; how could one not be bound/tempted to fall prey to becoming what all is considered the norm; a soothing, seemingly blissful state, of an endless ignorant slumber?