In pendulum fits of repressed rage and pain some people learn their truth as they age. And then there are those of us who wait…
And until further notice we become property of someone somewhere who once cared. Who once understood. Be it a family. Be it a nation. Be it a specific place. Or time. Or moment. We wait.
Patiently. Observantly. Curiously. Cautiously. Hopefully. Disturbed. Fascinated.
Refusing in defiance until further notice.