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.
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