Observation #203509: That man you'd fear the most, yea its his cousin this time.

He acquires the fearful stance, cigarette in hand and mutters to self. Exerting empty frustrations without meaning and source and observes the normality of passer-bys. He reflects a judgmental look, as they are caught in insanity of their own lives. Crazy it seemed to follow routine and passionless strides to work, pale facial expressions, retarded ways of proper etiquette and language, stupidity of hopes in pursing perfection. But these aliens judge his untamed hair, dirty clothes from the 70s, and creepy whispers. He finds himself as the sanest of all beings, as he didn’t give into societies normality and constrictions, nor into practiced and biblical faith. He is boundary-less a creator of his own abstract world. In hand he holds a piece of bread, stale and dry bread, probably the only piece he had in weeks but his unselfish heart decides to donate it to birds, who have the freedom as parallel to his thoughts, limitless ideas and striped from confinement. His words adopt wings and he watches them fly towards the blinding sun and soft clouds. Meaningless and alienated from true substance and definition; but to him, his words are his company, his friends. The hallowed letters become the companion to his soul and to the outsiders, gibberish and an unrecognized language. He is not chained, he is the true freedom of body and mind, he is the free man you fear the most.