Dysphoric Circumstances

Remember Victor Frankenstein- his fault that transcends generations, no, no, no not his desire my dear child, hiding the daemons of our minds- that is the real tragedy. His heart told him to continue- as if following the heart trumps the brain, his skin crawling as his eyes widen- gasping and panting with his heart. Remember Victor Frankenstein- watching his family disappear, the secret hidden away- but so what, remember Victor Frankenstein- Victor Frankenstein is the template. Finding ourselves sharing space and thought, yet gaining nothing- for there is still a boundary, the ideas locked away in the corner- hidden from the other- desiring oneness with the other- Individualism never leaves, but the allurement- of having a mind to share, a heart to hold- Binding the mind for the sake, of a manic heart. But the knowledge is there, though there is a together- is there really a together?