Sometimes there is a need to take a step back, into the shadows, for a moment just quiet and time stilled. For Even the liveliest of beings, for as tiny as a millisecond feel the urge to not be seen. What more the Lots of men with crippling fear of sight on their skin, one that makes the hairs on their flesh possibly walk.
The art of detachment refers to the ways in which organisms, find their way into seclusion from the order they belong to, and That is a skill Humans must master with consciousness or without.
Sometimes there is a cause, one with tangible presence, sometimes it is intangible conditions, seeped through into the psyche joined in non-conjugal bliss, like toxin to blood. Whichever form the propeller takes, a common end remains in sight, a withdrawal from what is known.
Detaching Is more so like every activity, with Both Negative and positive ends to it, It could serve as an escape, a divide from that which propels it, it could lead to a new awakening, a solution or perhaps comfort, it could lead to clearance. When it leans towards its negatives, it could be a tool for the worst spiral known to its victim, a battle like one between a gigantic humanoid and an ant, a Battle lost before the Kickstart.
A successful detachment is a skill, One That should perhaps be awardable, It is no easy feat to succumb to seclusion possible to face a battle Unequal before it begins and to come out a victor.
The connoisseur.
personal note:
Recently I have been having a very strong detachment phase, and absolute lack of interest, one that has come with perhaps nearing my Third most severe writer's block.
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