No one knows freedom like a slave.
are those, whose fears caught-up with their world a long time ago.
are those who were ignored, misloved, laughed at, looked down upon and worse -forgotten, while they laid wretched.
Monsters need to be looked at and observed, not shut behind closed doors and forgotten. They need compassion, and protection from fear. They need to be offered open doors through which they can extend their worst selves through to others’ best. They are the buried, twisted, fermented outcomes of our collective misdoings; so they need to be accounted for by none other than us, ourselves.
When my only fear of you becomes the inevitable loss of us, I suppose we may call it love.
are the smoke of times burnt.