The Humble Rock Dove

Whenever we write something, as clearly and plainly, and out in the open as this, we are not ashamed to say, that there is a glowing, white heat, intensifying within it. It’s beyond the notions of being misunderstood, misdirected, or punished for something that is not there. It, for now, is simply quite present, and slowly building. We are not comforters to the other, nor do we seek to sleep this off. There is altogether, all-too-much, an understanding that all these tragic misgivings of what people may see or read into (of their own volition), highlight their own GUILT, first and foremost, with very little need to show them their own cases are transparent towards the emerging future, too. So you’re here, you’re a voyeur. Good for you. I play that game also, but my opinions are of no matter at all to the ones that matter to me. You, in your empire of bodies, will need to grasp a truth that I have already lived through, numerous times, in order to be able to come out the other side, and truthfully say you are better than me.