today to taste the bitter reality of a fruit given so freely, a fruit ripe with the passion of disgust and hate.

standing there she looked at me with thoughts of seeking every atom in my body to blow away and be destroyed.

she considers herself to be a trainer of mules but she is better at raising goats and cows. she really likes cows.

I was there to apologize for a something very important to me, something which happened years ago and in my head only seconds ago.

It is understandable to be hated for actions designed to harm or inflict injury to the hater. Wars between nations, religions, families, are often the results of such injury.

To be hated for love is the worst pain of all. Jesus understood this and now i do. So, because i am not Jesus, far from it i do not have the capability of accepting the pain with an open heart, thus i will now accept the new side of this shell I’m forced to wear.

I will now become the perfect illusion of whatever emotion is appropriate for humans to stop killing my trees, to stop the horrible looks of hate and disgust. I will be a chameleon until the time for this shell expires. And then I will be very glad to visit a world where love is real.