Begone Sense & Sensibility...

Sense.
Sensibility.
Who needs the both of you?

Not when life is blissfully beautiful,
Not when the world cracks open an old wound or incites a new one,
Not when beauty stares at you in all its grandeur,
Not ever.

Sense.
Sensibility.
Ever heard of the word extinct?

Go bond with those unlike me,
Go get your sympathy from the prim and proper,
Go find yourself in those who could never find themselves.

Better still -
Go into a self-exile and don't find your way back.