Bustling, this amorphous and constantly shifting mass hums with the spice of life.
I’m a voyeur in this world, relegated to the sidelines and the support of those more splendiferous.
Truth be told, I’m in love with the universe, eternally afflicted by our social continuum.
Terrible as it seems, my anxiety would only get in the way of those deserving.
Excluded? No, I don’t feel excluded. I think we all play our part and this is mine.
Resigned to my fate? Dreadful or not, it’s family— my shadow given form. To love me, I must love it too.