Intrusion

It was a soul with complications of simplicity. Exteriorly it was a projected illusion of acceptance for others. Interiorly it was confusion of inquisitive mind, nothing similar to the illusion as sighted by others. A presumption of singular or rather exclusive inferior that may be distinguished from the norm of dullness. Its uncharacteristic behavior at times drew my attention to begun interest understanding such unparalleled attraction. Every minutes of sight counts, memorably. Each day denotes a fiction beginning and leads to a fiction ending. Of reality encountered, I see dreams. Of destiny encountered, I see fate. Whereabouts of this illusion leads to, indeed a secluded path of happiness. Intrusion of feelings. I behold my sight for now. The sight of sanity for feelings of insanity. Redeeming to know that all is more comforting now compared to previously. It is indeed more than mere attraction because it is different, differentiated from the norm I have seen ~