i am often asked why i continue to write for a sea of unknowns.
yet. . . i do not.
i write for me.
misleading statements others are forced to make assumptions on are all i unveil.
their meaning hidden.
why you do speak, sir? madam?
the world does.
maybe not right now.
but when the world stands still. . .
. . .and the hands of time are afixed they will listen.
they will all hear me.
loud and clear.