An optical illusion…

Changed but still in the same. As a different version n yet not so much from the origins of self’s lonely escape. Distantly intact is what others don’t seem to understand. At one with the inner concept that isn’t alone with the silences stand. Beautiful is the makings stirred for the world to confuse as broken. Knowing chuckles rumble through the ribs for the misconception is the thought of I well spoken. Words find the hearing laughing off the same ol same. N not once will it ever disrupt the confidence upon thy face. For the chance to lessen n correct toxic traits has been established n concurred. Lil does others comprehend I’ve been through the phase they’re trapped in with past luv’rs. Misunderstood is the man falling away from fingertips that doesn’t deserve this flesh on mine. With a slow motion in pauses to curiosities that fade back into the crowd defined. Placed in the memory to fade like expressions that alter from smiles into a blank stare. Blamed is I for being emotional unavailable but there’s just want of a friend that will remain as naked as being mentally barred. So difficult the tongues said it be I that causes the issue of relations never taking off. Although through the transformation is been me fighting to gain the pieces that connect what matters in places at all cost. As if I’m not human with a choice judgements rain down. Drowning a friendship lost in its moment to live in being an attempt to coexist before the body lays in the ground. From the old being to the new found gathering few can relate to the process needed to obtain true freedom. As it comes in a form of winging life that appears to be totally random. Disconnected from a reality everyone else clings to. But firmly I grip with a loosened sensitivity to be who I am through n through…