April 25, 2020
Pulling myself up, pushed though the tiny hole of eye, spraying sight for seeing like a roadside bomb blasting away chaff for a glance at the truth so carefully tucked away against anyone's need. Resisting all urges to remain quiet and pleasantly affable, the time is now for true sight. I am tired of the dull, lifeless facades, tired of being the smiley face. Tired of the rude chaff held up like a standard in the face of devastation. See what you see! See the smoldering ruin. We made this, all of us. My eyes are opening. Bllndness, no more!