A few times,I have taken the world's side in ridiculing myself.
I have laughed at my tears,scoffed and derided those sincere sobs.
In striving forward,have I forgotten to look back and acknowledge my own sufferings.
Yet,I live.
Nothing-absolutely nothing-moves me to myself.
What I consider is this:I must unite myself with the world-get mixed up in its thousand intricacies.
I must lose myself in it-that's how I can be successful,rich.
But here's my declaration:
That I refuse integration with the rest.
That for me,success has no meaning.
That Utopia is that which is impenetrable and unconquered.
Although,I live an utopic life,above the misery.
The world has many allurements.
But,am I not wary of temptation?Am I alive for this?
And remember,
I think
because I can.
If I desire death,it is because it's my own salvation.
I feel like running away from this creation...into mine.