I'm always watching. I'm in the background, observing how you manage this life. How you cope, how you interact, how you distort. Perceptions of reality. There is ash sitting delicately on the top of my slightly hot and frothy coffee. I take a sip, after carefully extracting the bit of ash with my fingertip. I'm always smoking. Absentmindedly inhaling and exhaling something that brings me closer to the end of my life, although it's only in addition to what we already breath into our lungs, contaminating our bodies. How do you bring your perceptions of what you think life should look like to reality in small movements and patterns. How you have applied the knowledge of life to your mind through society and what "good," and "normal" should look like. Our mentality of how the world, and every one who is on it, should behave. I'm always outside. I'm not able to join you. It's not some misconstrued elitism, and it's not a borderline narcissist. It's just that I don't fit your perception of reality.

This time it’s a bad way.