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RECLUSE
It was somewhere in between the night and morning where I discover who I truly am.
A recluse who has such wonder against the rest of the human race.
Experiences so much deeper, so fruitful when I’m obviously and absolutely alone.
From the scent of dawn or the morning scent to come. The feel of synthetic air pumping into my musky warehouse apartment. The earth shifting, I know it all.
To embrace my severity of silence or to interrupt it?
Solemnly ill admit that I’m at an unease with these decisions. Curiously the heart selects few to muzzle over. Company that feeds my desires.
I’m a mind so frail that I love even when love and benefit is not to be returned.
To lead a life of misery or to lead a life of misery?
Is it all bad? Is it all good?
Perhaps I am misery herself.