But you would probably end up seeing me as an abhorrence, a nuisance that you would want to deter. I will only keep my secrets locked up, secluded, and sealed for my own protection. These capacious details of my life are compressed to become diminutive; These paralyzed moments are now immersed deep into suppression.
Sometimes I wonder why all I feel is apathy. The days feel endless and my lethargy only shapes the day to become even more languid than it had begun to be. My indifference can only get me so far in life and is in fact my weakness. But every once in a while, I wake up and indulge in the savory dream that never ceased to exist. My smile may be fake, but my self sagacity screams in terror. I am vulnerable, I am prey.