To be the person, who is not seen is a tragedy but yet a relief so profound. To look into the eyes of unfamiliarity and gaze up into their eyes of strangeness is catastrophically serene. They see you, but you are invisible. You see them and you completely, honestly know the truth. It is a power which they wont comprehend. They would struggle and you would devour the knowledge. They might laugh and you laugh from inside with a calmness of exterior. The joke is after all on them.
Days after days you make sense of it. You are not callous with their oblivion. They might be winning it now but yours is the end game. Thats relaxing and a life which you wouldn’t change. Not for a million, you wont change. Your complexities might baffle them. However, it is not complex, it is everything. The world you know is what really is. The world which you build little by little, with bricks and broken pieces is a future so divine. You don’t settle. Because you know, isn’t it? You wait yes, but wait you must for you know the rest.
You were always the one with the scrapped knee, scrapped heart and it was right there, showcased to the humanity. Your demons danced in your eyes, yet you were the misfit. Years, many centuries or may be a minute transformed your insides into sturdy rock, dependable opaque. But, the ones who batted their eyes coy with filth lurked within, lost their surface and presented to the world a stripped conscience.
May be they battled. May be a worthy one. May be there was a cause. May be a mighty one. Though it is not yours to fathom, it is not yours to partake. You be a spectator yes, but, know when it is time to leave. For, it is time to leave now. Because it is you after all, you all the way through and no hands to take but yours alone.
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