assimilation

Everyone dances so similarly to the inaudible tune of life’s orderings.
All around, the pseudo faces of the faceless taunt me with their carbon-copied mannerisms.
But it is I who finds myself adrift and bereft of the luxury of their bliss.
What an exalted state I could reach if my perception could seamlessly fit into that norm
For how could I push away from the norm offering protection from the storm stemming from the day I was born?
Yell into my ears and tell me I’m not being rational because it’s laughable to want to distance myself from the actual.
I’ll ignore you.
Pry open my arms to release myself from the death grip of fingers that no longer recognize their origin
I’ll fight against you.
Just as the mind squeezes itself into infinite nothingness, so too do the hands by which it interacts.
Antipathy slowly fades to apathy - and that too is okay.
Assimilation, I’ve awaited you wholeheartedly.