Escape

This insensitive, yet appealing call towards everyone's attention took you a lot to reach. In this misery that our times assured not to disappear easily, you think you found a way to escape. You were my friend once, and that is why I will not point my disapproval in your presence.

This discovery is not original, but that can be seen from great distances, and its message is not at least different from the ones belonging to your side of the world.

This absent difference is randomly placed on the style's account. There are styles in this world, and they are permitted, and perhaps everyone is better off with them, but maybe I am not wrong - just hoping - when admitting that owning a style is optional.

There is a narrow escape for everyone, mine allows me to see that styles are actually labels, and that I should stay away; not too far, not too close - not that up, not so down, and I believe there is no ending to this kind of examples.

I know your thoughts better than you do - you consider I stand too high on those stairs that everyone tries to avoid! Maybe I have climbed to reach my place a little too much, maybe my arm stretched too far, yet when everything is achieved so easily, I cannot say 'no', just to avoid hurting your feelings. Try and stretch your arms until you reach the next step; move with precision and insist on it until it leaves you breathless, just try.

And when it is over, your efforts will have been greater than mine. For I took everything for granted, (and I still do).