Identity
Never go out with a bang, rather whimper into the history books as the geek never could. The too cool to be understood, important but meaningless. Write something to sit on the shelves of well meaning disbelievers to come.
Can you change, asks the voice falling between time back down on a tiny postage stamp. Poisoned particulates of peer pressure to munch on.
Take the word in which the other frames you and incorporate it into the home made lexiconography. This is naming, I.
I waste away on the borders of someone else's conversation.