i am vacant in mind. i can't percieve the words of the mist that is my thoughts. i don't fear the worst but i expect it and search shelter from it. solitude has left me wounded and numbed.
i can't relate to them anymore. though it is not them that have altered or me that have amended. i have no connection with them and they have none with me. what is sanity to them is not to me but daft, deranged and nonvolatile. but since they are all else, then it is me who are delirious?
i try to gather myself, understand and be sincere. i want revelations brought to me now whereas i'm disheartened by further pursuit. i'm not blissful until refinement.
i crave to be set free from these stockades i've built around me. i want to be amongst those like me. if they exist.
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