over it

I have returned to life, different but always the same. Unlike before, I will no longer lie to appease their deviated truths, but unlike most recently, I will not expect what cannot be. I cannot validate my principles with open disdain. Blatant honesty changes nothing of the outside world: my diatribes yield only fruitless frustration. No one cares. I am making the choice to remain hidden, sharing only pieces and very few. No longer do I wish to delude myself with that disingenuous moment of perceived connection. It never was. I cannot continue to divert my gaze from the solitude that will shadow my life always. I am strongest kept within myself, expecting nothing and ever at a distance.