Female Rejection.

For years, no decades, I have proudly and sincerely told people that I am the happiest person they could ever meet. Today, I cannot make that same claim while presenting myself as honorable at the same time. Stagnation kills hope. Thinking, kills hope. Action, will define it. I need change. I can hear him howling the advice I am too scared to take. The reality shows itself plainly, that I do not matter and never will. Time will erase me. I need to be rid of Cain, albeit temporarily, to be the selfless. I need to roam and wander. He wants me to forget him. I don't think I can do it. Why did he have to be taken from me? I would of submitted my world, if not for one more day with him. Matter can be destroyed. For a piece of me shall forever be gone. For the honor. I love you, Rocky.

Ever try to explain thermodynamics to an ant? Probably haven't on account of multiple reasons, but the one I am after is the differing scales of intellect. Granted, ants are not really perceived to be on the intellectual level we are, but bare with me. It's the best way I can elaborate it to you. In my condescending, rude, and self-indulgent manner, I partake that viewing of difficulty with myself as it pertains to everyone else. You're all ants, and I cannot explain my thoughts to you. You're dumb. I'm smart. It's such a horrifically beautiful illusion of mine, isn't it? Pulled the wool over my eyes, with my own two hands. And yet I have far too many people that agree with the assertion, even if it is never once put to the air of conversation. People look up to me. Ask me questions. Seek me out for answers that they cannot conceive. How did I get this position? Am I actually intelligent, or am I just the manipulator I convince everyone I am? Is it the truth...