knocked insensible

i am exhausted by people;
by their opinions, their pettiness,
their disregard and narrowmindedness-
by their noise and their smell.
to exist in a vacuum would be bliss indeed.

i am fatigued by their arguments,
their insensibilities-
by their mass and their weight,
and the imposition of their thoughts on my mind.
they are catty - full of guile;
graceless and ignorant.

they are overcrowded and untame -
rude and uncouth,
they are unchanged by millennium
and their presence reeks the sky.