Mice

Grievously I am present inside the state of political delinquency. I am distant from whom I used to be; who I am struggles to be me indefinitely. Ignorance causes misery yet we are still ignorance.

Through a series of mental gaps I desire an extra sense. I am tossed into a situated position; the persistent trance of animosity is a field of hideous vengeance. I experience unusual curiosity and sudden deadly depression. Stressful dismay widens the divide between mountains; we collide a dry river for starving villages.

Here I am or think I am; neither evade me or interest me. I type an eccentric online autobiography.

Possible multiple outlets of sense gather a moment; I am aware these are not me. People assume identity for number filing systems; submissive sedatives for possession. Generate this human an unreal life for chaotic absurdity; appearance's sake is an unachievable goal. What achievement is destruction? We desire substantial enjoyment, a place we agree upon. We desire enjoying our beloved without suspicion; how suspicious is simplicity?

I am a trail of hints without clues.

The size of mice is the size of progression; men are without from within.