knowing

There's a certain loneliness that comes with knowledge. You begin to arise from the catacombs of ignorance, yet those once with you are no longer there. They've been left behind, eradicated, banished from your life. Bursting at the seams with desire for a life less ordinary, you seek solace in others. You hope to find a mutual understanding but there is none to be found. You speak, but they hear and don't listen. The feeling of superiority over others doesn't empower you, so much as it saddens you. When your thoughts and questions elicit blank stares, you can't help but wonder where other great minds lie. You can't help but feel terribly alone. You can't help but wonder if this loneliness is your destiny.