Maybe every writer is
indefinitely, absolutely
and ultimately
detached
from the human race
maybe that is the price you pay
to write
I find myself becoming a mirror to the world
a perfectly reflective surface,
which shows no external features to the onlooker,
in which all light is unsuspectingly caught
until I let it go
However, unbeknownst to you,
my mirror is a distorting mirror,
imaging the world in the physical rules of my mind
I am a polarising filter to humanity
and my writing
is the wave of light
that I finally release into the World
