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.