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Have you ever felt that the world is moving in a systematic pattern around you? That if you push, it will merely rearrange itself around you? In it but not of it? Like you're trying to find your way to something familiar, aware that you're in a web but unable to find your way out. That if you only joined it you could move towards the exit. Unable to remember a time when you were of it but aware that you were once?

The more I know human beings the less I feel like one. No one can interact on my level. At least, no one that I've met. I see them, I see them all for what they are and for what they can become and that is why I am not one of them. I see while they are blind. The more the dark veil falls in sticky pieces from my mind the more I feel in competent against the raw power that is human existence. I'm not talking about any one person being my equal, I speak of how I cannot stand against the wave they form together. I do stand for, I can't not stand.

When did my dreams become my ambitions and my ambitions become passing wisps of can be's and would be's and if only's of the dream world? When did I hear my calling's song trough the darkest fog of my mind? Am I still lost or have I found my path?

So, here I stand, a gem with a thousand faces and razor edges caught in a web I must cut but cannot catch. So do I chase it or do I wait as a lion for the lamb to loose her fear? The question is, can I afford to wait? No it's irrelevant, the question is, can the world?