Displaced

I have no sanctuary to withdraw, no place to be still. My privacy invaded, I wander aimlessly. My spirit is no longer tranquil, it no longer transcends, but grovels through muck. The Beauty, the Life has been left to vacancy.

I have no sanctuary to withdraw. I am displaced by company, my privacy invaded, I wander aimlessly. Let me fall desolate in the wake of my own inadequacy. To abandon, a recluse, turning from society so that I may find the Beauty, the Life that once liberated me.

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