Perception

Daybreak, 5:45 am. As I recognize my separation from seclusion, and wish I hadn't, trying to remember a feeling lost from a dream, cognition rears its grasp of my attention, and reality begins... Life as I know it, somewhat renewed, begins with my search for that elusive euphoric sense of hope and reason to end this slumbering paradise of a non-proprietorial never-land I've called home for far too short a part of my life. Conceptualism lives, or perhaps is just redefined. I rise, unfettered, to fight again.