just a black cloud inside my head; a tumbleweed of thoughts
.coming to terms with satellite friends and routine
perspectives
re-cycling through the cataloged index cards of
personalities,
finding those stored deep away, from past scholastic ages.
each multi faced complex, illusionist, and trite disposition,
revealed after sophomoric levels of education.
gone to this place, for other reasons, but intent to leave
behind such singularities
reached the doors and pushed past the gates
to social pyramids
and woven networks
infographically, each persona can be placed and linked to
the expected groups.
interesting are those familiar facades of facetiousness and fraudulent natures
each exists, and forever will, in an ambient plane of
coinhabitants
while internally mapping and organizing each uniquely common
character,
curiosity levels surface.
in a society--or yet, an atmosphere clustered around higher
learning--
individuality becomes scarce.
like an outfit, many customize their potential attributes by
role modeling
and selectively shopping
for the piece of another, found to be most enticing.
a desire--not for discovery of the overall tessellation,
but for unearthing the true selves--sprouts.
following a
checklist and slowly building to the culmination of reducing people to a phrase:
blithe, childish phony;
narcissistic douchebag;
independent,
submissive flirt;
mentally linking each characteristic trait to the owner,
realization occurs. that, aside from the few translucent masks most
see through,
few people identify
and categorize the true essence of a person.
