Abomination

I ought to be less impressionable yet this influence is my internal compass. The dictation is akin to placebo. Illusory but definitive. How it has painted the world vermilion, not a soul could imagine. The bloodlust surreal, then realized as it follows. Sensible. He can invent without the intention. Genius manifest in the abysmal mundane. Drawn by brilliance founded in greyscale. An abrupt dissolution, reality. The true, inevitable colors shown. The hues that bring awareness about life. How it values our captivity.

I ought to let go of myself. The desire to identify the who, ironically convoluted. Our words can't embody space. Not the way we once thought. That reliance was in vain. The vanity of The Self - which we can never own. Those humble beginnings twisted destiny. Millions of mansions on the moon. Every room a gift from Him. Infinity bestowed unknowingly. From infancy to death, a glorious birthright. Reality once again unimaginable. Fate calls him to the trivial, and me to absurdity. I do it so easily.