The Cynical Fight for Happiness

Part I.

Bitterly refusing the piece of information in which you've taken the liking to share, I resigned. I resigned and allowed a wave of disapproving head-shakes and eye-rolls conclude me. I remember, in my head you remained as if you had been in a cathedral. But with this resignation, I packed up my indifference and dressed myself with clothes you won't recognize me in. Cold and my line of sight barely askew or maybe scribbled into scratches, I glaze my own eyes over and whisk you away. Your strides fading faint. My steer's sneering. I clamped my mouth shut. And away, I kept you away.