I Am A Victim of Solitude
I stand alone. Not really alone but here, alone indeed. The 'problem' with being connected to various things is that there is not a need, want nor desire to express such. Although there are many who scamper hither and thither it is not my place to ground them, I am not here for that1. There is no escape.
Most times while I sit in the back and listen to various ramblings and such my attentiveness is taken as an opportunity to release the flood gates of self glorification. I find it quite boring but in the release of pent-up emotions I am hoping that something good will come of it all. It doesn't really but my hopes keep me going.
If wishes were fishes there would be a multitude of seafood begging to be absorbed.
It's true, I am a victim so there is no sense in battling the demons and witches of an existence which is transitory in nature and but a drop in the bucket of a totality greatly misunderstood2.
In our perceptive gaze upon the landscape of desire we are all but victims of circumstance. It's not an 'accidental' gathering of like-minded souls but a gathering none-the-less. As we come full circle there is nothing to be gained or realized so why the act? Are we but puppets on a string dancing to our own deleterious desires but of course there is always more to the story. As a victim I take in all that is required until such time as necessity presents other terms in which to interact. There is no escape.
In the face of opposition I find that there is no opposition and so remain immovable. It's not that I stand my ground but rather that there is nothing else in which to move unto.
There are no secrets.
