(no subject)
i exist freely, without intrusion, or connection...secure in the knowledge that i am overlooked as outsiders are, exempt from expectation...isolation is my confinement....
you, with your constant pressure to assert yourself as a work of art...you're free to meet and talk to whoever you want...be invited, be desired, share in the joys and pursuits of others...after all who wouldn't want to know a girl as beautiful as you...
...but you're a slave to whatever agenda the people who consume you present...
seems neither of us is free...