Invisible Means

I'm referred to as a normal & “complete” being, but somewhere hidden beneath the unseen tears is an empty hole threatening the very makings that define myself as a whole. Nothing to society, but, “...taking up space”. A unique copy who in turn is just another uninterested Visitor...a visitor who majors in bad acting & the script studied only repeats the yielded guidelines our culture has come to agree upon. This rehearsed show is better known as our life Illusions. These distortions of reality consist of precise measurements of care exhibited, true perfection that's always sought, never seen & untainted but also satisfying happiness, which is the basic element of us. The initial outcome being yourself, alone & divided from everyone and everything just as in the beginning. Shut me out as the rest have, it’s expected before the even thought of existence occurred. Truthfully, you watch as deep Inside I continue to painfully search the depths of my soul for an answer that cannot be found so in all actuality, does not exist. Instead I Breakdown to the undeniable fate of becoming incapable of the single emotion that makes us human....the ability of love. It’s as if I am being fed by an endless Line of decay patiently waiting for the moment in which, the roles are reversed and in turn, I am engulfed by this disease that devours our free will...our ability of thought. Part of me is contaminated with a line of pain, deceit & sorrow prepared to be passed along at any given moment. I’m infected with nothing, yet Everything contains it...our invisible means.