An aggressive state welling up within a sharpened vision of what I see to be away from inhumanity and all its twisted ugly vanity, away to the hills and mountains green black and solid without sound of voices. To build a fortress of stone overlooking the land, solitude my final quest to fend off intrusion. Crows hover and circle under curling black skies, to ward off the predator who plagues me. To be entombed in this fortress alone... Misanthropy a desire from the depths and darker recesses of my mind. That has driven me to the longing path of solitude further into the labyrinth, were people cant be found, where the fear and loathing can be discarded. Into a reality were I retain the key that was hidden to make me conform to a life unreal.