When I close my eyes, I dream of being blind so that I may see my hidden realities.  In this foundering darkness, I am reborn whole and unscathed – and the memories of today grow from mystic altruism.  Self-preservation is a lonely ritual, constantly causing inconsistencies and caustic causalities resulting from duplicity in causality. 

And when I speak of my anger you patronize me as if I am incapable…no, unable to assuage my own desires.  I didn’t…no, I couldn’t respond to the vileness without succumbing to the base emotions that I reject.  You attempted to force me into a corner, but this is a round room – pay attention.

At some point in this oration, I should profess and proclaim my love for you…

Waiting brings cessation – cessation from what?  That – as it has ceased and I continue. 

I vow to no longer chase you butterfly.  I will no longer follow your crooked path.  Oh, I see – you never gave me the choice.  You removed my choice, kidnapped my decision – you wanted to force me to do your bidding, to follow your lead.  You stole my identity.

Did you?  In your theft, I remained, and actualized an existence beyond the beginning, but I remain the same.  I…I…I; begins my oration, but what should you expect from a self-actualized being.  I hide in the open – daring you to spot me…watch me, and keep track of me.  The blur you see was me and I’m not moving.  Is it, could it, would it…and never would never be. 

Ignorance is bliss and I cannot be a prose this simple…