Spontaneity on Conformity

Preformed in spoken word

What is a part of me that is not me but something created through a composite of reality you can't strain away from the conformity of internal gratitude that only me could ever hope to learn to see because everythings a part of me until I change.
Stop looking at the kerouac that tells you all the ways to act to be a part of something that is not a part of everything you see around you. The norm is not the norm, its a concept that simply excludes all things that scare the simple minded fools who can not see that individuality is not the curse, but the cure.
In my abnormality of walking callousness and jealously slated remarks of questionable truth that you can see it shine through that only me could be the person you most certainly could come to love if it weren't for the normality that grips you greedily and draws you away from all that makes you unique.
Conform you shall to nothing more than to conform yourself to no one elses views but those you delve into far enough to understand they hold some kind of value to you or the ones you love. Being a part of something everyone else is does not make you a follower or conformist, only a believer and supporter so do not allow your overgrown pride to tell you otherwise and instead conform yourself to the idea of not conforming.
Of casting out beliefs and becoming something only those with closed minds and open mouths can ever hope to find a common ground in during any kind of shallow conversation which echoes depth. To cast out your ability to believe in something regardless of who else believes it is to cast out your ability to love because someone else shall love them as well, and then to love them would be to conform to the other.
Enjoy your simple conformity while I go out and discover me and all the quirky similarities I don't share with those who are unlike me. You'll know where to find me, walking callously while slating jealous remarks at those who are even more unique than the unique person I find as me.


End.

Because it was 5am, I hadn't slept, and I felt inspired.