Blasphemy

 The cacophony of everyday life presented me a perspective on chaos that feels oddly warm.  One that amuses the senses with a distinct flavor of adrenaline. I feel like the ability to dance in this storm is very essential to the daily navigation of life. I wish to understand all paths regardless of their conditions.

 It seems that I have stopped allowing entities to pursue me. This exile is not one fashioned from avoidance, but built its distance from experience. No matter the form or shape, I am simply too evasive for any form of normalcy. That being the case, in returning fashion I am able to receive any aspect of living in an intellectual standing. The Hunted became the Hunter against all odds in a flash of vibrance.

Usually the typical machinations of general society restrict my lens to a muddled and narrow portrait. Good thing I'm good at cleaning glasses. Grin.

 Truly nothing is forever  From the joy of a believer To the love of a lover  They all have their nooses  Those which all have their dates  Carefully etched between their ocular 

 I order the light to grace my eyes, and they refuse Fooled by their importance they battle my visions  Painting reality with more fallacies  So I had them relocate to my heart Being so close to the cerebral must've given them hopes of grand proportions  They must be humbled The Darkness agrees 

 Who are you to tell me  Who are you to show me What makes you think as such  When do you feel such weight  Observe & display any feeling and may you realize that ignorance is not bliss