Life, love, the age of fragmentation
and identity theft runs rampant among
those defined by someone other than
themselves
lost, amnesia, the who am I effect, stripped
of definition left to wander, alone, solitude
not withstanding
silence, fog, zero visibility, vertigo, how then
now to find the way, naked and afraid exposed
before all the elements
yet one stands apart living without love for it is
but a fragmentation, solitude provides a safe
place for the wanderer whose character came
into question
found in the shadows of the fringe on the outside
looking in shedding life like a skin, every step a
journey, each blister a story
a loner by default needs no one to describe them
with fables and tales of grandiose ideas for they are
the glittering generality of a person or persons wishing
to make something more out of what is not
life is life, while love clearly is a corruption of an idea based
upon a need, self-discovery is then a voyage within the
innermost world where one can define themselves as they
please
Katovski2017