You can never know
This feeling what is it? A prominent figure in the back of my mind. Always, always yearning for my attention. It demands nothing less then my utter most devotion. If only I could delve into it. Let it swallow me whole and devour me. What a fantastic way to go! But my responsibilities won’t allow it. I can’t escape…. Not yet… I must wait.
And yet, even now it calls to me. How do I answer? I stand cold, and hard searching madly for some sense of it all. I clutch this feeling to my heart. Holding it there with white, stiff fingers. My most cherished ability, my fondest memory. The one thing that separates me from all others. To see and feel beauty where are all else may scoff and turn their heads with ignorance and spectacular naivety. How can they not see? Is it simply them? Of am I fluke by nature? It pains me. There lays a deep, sweeping score on my inner most being. My gift is my salvation and my agony. The agony to know that in this I am alone. Alone for others do not see what I see. Alone with my glorious burden. Alone with my secret.
And yet, even now it calls to me. How do I answer? I stand cold, and hard searching madly for some sense of it all. I clutch this feeling to my heart. Holding it there with white, stiff fingers. My most cherished ability, my fondest memory. The one thing that separates me from all others. To see and feel beauty where are all else may scoff and turn their heads with ignorance and spectacular naivety. How can they not see? Is it simply them? Of am I fluke by nature? It pains me. There lays a deep, sweeping score on my inner most being. My gift is my salvation and my agony. The agony to know that in this I am alone. Alone for others do not see what I see. Alone with my glorious burden. Alone with my secret.