“What are your two favorite things to wear?”

Questions. Demands. Interrogation.

“Show me your papers!”

“Are you a Jew?”

“There is no God!”

Now that’s better…

Inconspicuous. Flirting. Chit chat. Small talk.

To bring into focus the ability to draw out and express on the favorite identity of ‘me’ ‘I’ ‘we’ ‘us’ ‘them’ ‘you’…

Let’s talk of the story of human cruelty before the altar of a world full of so much hate and evil. It’s easy when ‘you’ ‘I’ ‘me’ ‘we’ have endured civilization of a world for millions, billions, and eternity…

To wear the memories as if the actions occurred only yesterday, and with vision to see tomorrow/next week/a billion moments from today.

For some to wear the clothing of hope and peace until those garments are covered in old/fresh blood of war and hate.

Others prefer the cloak of darkness and the whispers of deceit.

What i am is of no interest or consequence because i am nothing more than a breeze; wind blowing through what is and what it not reality.

To wear thoughts only to discard them.

A life of nothing more or less than horror, pain, and an illusion

unless

choosing the comfort of God’s tears.