My People

Follow the voices in the wind. The spirits are speaking lightly to those who listen, you would never know.

Your claustrophobic mind disables you to identify their exsistance. There for you call me crazy.  Who are you to judge what you know nothing about? You will die never knowing the truth. Sadly because your poor contradictions led you to knowing nothing. This society of my people parted by fate. We are not the crazy ones. We with hold too much knowledge to know what to do with it. Our senses guide us. We follow the wind and speak in whispers. We are the difference. Helping hands in the journey life hand's to you. We will stand still as this world falls to peices. Seeming so unstable, but psychologically strong. My people reflect me. This world through my eyes is a reflection of whats there. Every color I see is different of that you see. We are the difference.

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[Mr. Deft Diction]

I like your dialogue. There's a back and forth about it that should tell you that everything has at least two sides. Having read about some of your beliefs, this falls right in line with that.

"We are the difference." Profound indeed.

[Micheal Teal]

"We follow the wind and speak in whispers."


That is a wonderful line. Thank you for sharing such evocative and authentic writing. I honour what you have created.