The difference between assume and presume.
What is the difference between you and me?
What you think you want is an excuse to relieve yourself of duty to self.
To achieve is a perpetul disability.
To be is the zenith.
And, I thank some unnamed God that I dream.
The Skellig formations whisper to me in the form of three single leaves rustling.
Dragging across coarse cement. Reminiscent.
I miss the Olympics, those ranging mountains.
I could kiss clean streets now that I have none.
Entreaty.
I miss being the small fish in the massive sea.
I feel too big presently.
A line of cans rails the brick wall, confirming it to be so.
Trying to pass another meaningless test.
Drilling until perfection be found.
Reaching the offer I do not wish to take.
On a train, the quiet car, where I truly wish to be.
In silence and rocked by steel rails until fastly asleep.
And, a rabbit makes its home beneath this porch and me.
I have sprinkled bread crumbs when I should have spread my spinach.
Make your hutch and hop around me.
A plea.
The wind blows open the door.
I say, “thank you, but what for?”
WrittenCasey 
This made me think of Felix Ungar
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“Trying to pass another meaningless test.
Drilling until perfection be found.
Reaching the offer I do not wish to take.”
I feel like this is me right now. Reaching out, not knowing why or for what, lost in a society that wants people to live along the same guidelines, have the same goals, and going so far as to judge them for being different.
“I say, “thank you, but what for?”
Poignant!
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Thank you for your time in mind. I find “normal people” to be quite a bore. But, I also loathe the avant garde that only means to simply shock; and, find them to be just as much a snore. There is a beautiful, delicate balance that lies in between. It’s where we charge our magic. Much love!
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