Standing in a crowd of one

isolation fosters difference
others cannot give.
sameness en mass
renders loneliness
as antisocial.
to stand out
is to stand alone.
insight sits upon
a crooked fence
that overlooked
fields of green.


I think i can…

i should be used to it by now.
the little voice in my head,
speaking thoughts of
actions unfulfilled.
control breaks upon
decisions weighed.
ideation wanders
unrealized until
confronted with
its reflection.