When I am out in the vast expanses of nature I feel a calm solitude,
a beautiful separation.
I am enveloped in and awed by the majesty around me.
I do not wish for people to think of loneliness or fear, or the emotion "isolation" in a negative sense.
Just listen to my wor
ds:
Isolation in this sense is a purifying, uplifting sensation.
Isolated from everything unexciting,
Isolated from everything ugly and degrading.
Alone in a beautiful world...
Absent from a flawed species.
2. Isolation II
I've lost all hope.
There is not a thought left for me to be restrained by;
Nothing exists.
The fact or state of existing, or of being actual is a facade.
Life; the period during which someone or something exists is a made up fabrication.
I am not here and nor are you.
Quite frankly, I do not care if either of us really are.
There was once a time that I did,
But that insignificant moment has passed just as any other significant memory fades.
3. Isolation III
I lost myself once more.
The irony of the sentence prior to this one is rather peculiar.
In amidst a crumbling civilization of ever-so conforming humans,
I find myself lost.
Lost in the confusion, the facade called life that we are inevitably forced to live in.
There is no choice in life other than the choice of ending the fucking thing.
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Isolation in this sense is a purifying, uplifting sensation.
Isolated from everything unexciting,
Isolated from everything ugly and degrading.
Alone in a beautiful world...
Absent from a flawed species.
2. Isolation II
I've lost all hope.
There is not a thought left for me to be restrained by;
Nothing exists.
The fact or state of existing, or of being actual is a facade.
Life; the period during which someone or something exists is a made up fabrication.
I am not here and nor are you.
Quite frankly, I do not care if either of us really are.
There was once a time that I did,
But that insignificant moment has passed just as any other significant memory fades.
3. Isolation III
I lost myself once more.
The irony of the sentence prior to this one is rather peculiar.
In amidst a crumbling civilization of ever-so conforming humans,
I find myself lost.
Lost in the confusion, the facade called life that we are inevitably forced to live in.
There is no choice in life other than the choice of ending the fucking thing.