Filling Up My Spaces With Words

Some have this wrong conception of me... being separated from society, and it may seem strange or naive that isolation is what I choose; and they deride me with malevolence! Am I someone so maleficient... that they fear me so obsessingly, or is there any other reason beyond that? I fill up my spaces with words, that aren't the fragraments of someone's else voice... which comfirms frivolity; I come right in the open and declare them with unresisting liberty.. and it would self-defeating, if I didn't seek fame and stood out from others who condone originality! People without wisdom are prone to make mistakes, to be so norrow-minded...not to see their false image in that illusionary mirrow; and their views are clouded by perverseness, but mine are as sparkling and pure as the clear waters of a wide river, which empties itself into the untroubled sea! I fill up my spaces with words so delightful, that are an alternative to pain; a-newly-found-cure for loneliness... to be lifted up by worthiness, and disregard what's so harmful, insignificant and vain: to be seen in the spotlight, which seldom doesn't seem so bright!