An intellectual with unparalleled and unconventional visions of truth, beauty, honour and love amidst a mass of other ethereal virtues, seeing the world through the eyes of a new-born baby yet with the understanding and appreciation of hardship, self-destruction and never-ending internal change, with every colour as bright and as vibrant as the last, each resonating with its own light and its own melodramatic, enrapturing tale to tell, with silent words that whisper in the polluted air of a modern era convinced in mass numbers by a force known as the media, their mouths wide open as they are spoonfed lies, deceit and dishonesty, their faces veiled with the black façade of power, their minds a never-ending energy source for trepidators and usurperers. Standing upon the greener bank on the other side of a foul river littered with paragons of absolution, unity, peace and other unattainable modern values brought into the mainstream by icons with as little intelligence as they had when they were born, to feel pity and sorrow at the unfortunate expense of others who's psyches are not in contact with their minds, unaware and forever unknowing of their self-destined exodus they bring upon the world with their sheep-like nature, fated to drive their kin and themselves into a suicidal fury at the wrath of nature and the agonising hands of the planet, their hearts and hopes wrapped up in a fallacy they call God - a creation otherwise devised for purposes of global domination and mass-control, to herd the cattle into the small fence and to reap the rewards of their greed from the hard, fruitless labour of humanity.
I don't want to be a part of this world. I want to stare at the stars until the day I die.
