To be alone. A solitary man of sorts. Intermissioned by the encounter of magnitude in-between passionate solitude.
To be a wanderer of hollow caves among crowds of slaves.
To be superior with your interior and ambivalent of all things pseudo material.
Take me to your nest. Show me your eggs. Lay on them for me as I once laid on you. Dear mother of other, I shall not be like my fellow brothers.
I will take you to my crest. Deep in the treasonous ocean of my mind we shall sail. Be the pirate of my thoughts and dig deep for that blood studded gold others once fought and lost within me. I remain yours... only if you will concur my wind.