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I’m watching a movie. America: The Final Season. Starring Every Single One of Us.

It’s the movie where he’s the main character. The Hero and the Villain.
I know he can see me. He has his head down and is dressed in white. He moves in slow motion. Subtly looking up to see me out of the corner of his eye. Checking to make sure I’m still there,That I see him. Seeking confirmation that He has my attention.

The shadow of the moon offers refuge to colors beyond grey, black and white.
It paints a hue lacking distraction and highlighting contrasting harmonies of filtered light.

He avoids eye contact and his head hangs low. I mirror his body language and it makes my Chest ache.

I catch a glimpse of his eyes.
Those sad, sunken eyes.
Burning Golden with Truth.
Those aching, grieving eyes, Bleeding out in agony.
Looking to Give…something.

A cry for Authority. So desperate to be Seen and Understood.

This mutual feeling alchemizes in different ways according to our unique DNA.
Like parallel emotions but they are not the same and sometimes they clash.

The upbringing
He’s good at hiding from the others, but I see. And it hurts my chest.

Choosing to ignore my own in the name of saving someone who needs no saving. Selfish desires and intentions. I smell the wickedness.

He is a Man.
He saved You.
From slipping. Many times.
The threat of losing Him sobers you up quicker than the last breath of a dying nation.

I repeatedly rewind and re-watch as the projector flickers at the moon. I seek patterns and memorization. Competency.

The stories of the Land never Grow Old.

To Be Continued….