And then there are the moments where you are so wounded by the truth that it draws your breath to cease. You play exhibitionist with the scars, ever proud to have survived the piercing over laden adrenaline shock. The callous harden while time removes them all the further from their inception, an obvious reminder interminably displayed.
Profound as it may endear, never inadmissible, and rightly so. All the while hard earned and devalued in the same. You smile, because to do otherwise would be to allow the undeserving to experience such intoxicating plight. This is our drug, and it is damned expensive. Few can afford the cost, and sobriety continues to be free for our indulgence.
The significance of affliction is oft vilipending. A tragedy of sophomoric thought, ignorant in its naivety, the packaged gift whose surprise has been prematurely revealed. The tipped hat of mockery reveals the jealousy betwixt. Chivalry grants selfishness, yet unbeknownst to the reason for the strife. Shared only amongst the scarred while silently we aspire for those not tormented to understand. In this we will continue to pretentiously grieve.