AMONG THE COMMON

When your mind tells you to turn around or when you see the danger signs and still keep walking, the results are equivalent to walking into a snow storm. Your only reason is what you have been searching for has suddenly appeared on the other side of the hill. These sightings are not too common. You have come to realize you weren't meant to walk among the common.

You have tried before and didn't exactly blend in no matter the intellectual composition of the crowd. The last gathering was an affair in some place you wouldn't normally frequent except you were trying to find a new group of friends. You introduced yourself, but your name didn't sound the same in their tones. And their tongues seemed to cling to the roof of their mouths like that of liars.

This is why you are searching for this aberration spotted by those hunting the same. Your allegiance to one another is tighter than the secret hand shakes other members of various clubs salute one another with. Armed with a flash light you hope you won't return home heartbroken.