I am the one who sits quietly in perfectly still silence. The one who would rather stare deep into the wise eyes of that great white elephant in the four-by-four room which our lives constantly reside in, than cause a disruptive shift in the perfect balance of our chaos. I am the one who despises this world, and what it has come to, yet I am the product of it’s hate and injustice, a part of it’s immediate family. I think of myself to be witty and intelligent, but the flaws which circumference me overwhelm and I am left back at square one, lost in my own utter defeat; the infinite abyss which I’m blinded by and engulfed in.
I Am the One Who
May 25, 2011