And He whispers…..“Be Real”. And yet, I come to him bottled up without notions of what real is. Like a shroud covering…. Layer over layer. Felt…but not noticed. So long imposed… And I see them. The masked. Religious. Hiding in black. And I ache for them. The nameless, faceless ones.Unseen. Unknown. Unnoticed. Unloved… But then, I […]