Fatherless, motherless sons & daughters
Where are the unknowns to love us?
I am curious about their privacies. The thickness of their masks. The pace in which they walk, the tonality of their voice, who they are when no one is watching.
Are they aware of the countdown?

I am no angel to sound the trumpets.
I come with a reminder and a warning, for we are many sons and daughters.
You are soon to meet the devil, if you haven’t already.
It will bring hope, illusion and delusion to your life. You reek of loneliness, it plays with lust and attention, a sexy motherfucker.
You may play carefully, extract of it as it extracts of you, only much more.
You may ignore it and it will go away in a poof, mark my words.
If you engage it and you are still playing I hope you keep extracting from it, if not, slay it!
THE DEVIL does not know love. It does not understand your harrowing nostalgia.
And you, dear reader, if you are anything like me… the yearning is supreme.