Betwixt what has been, what is, and where it will go. A seer, a sayer, an unwilling explorer.
Not being sure where to so, I move slowly with cautious and calculations.
Starting to realize the family hearth was full of smoke and sick rules painted on the wall that could only be seen if you parted the fog and lived within the timbered walls full of invisible think barriers. Taught the "wisdom" at mothers knee which was a series of paranoid untruths, but, children, especially her children believed every honeyed word.
Different "knowledge" was learned at fathers knee, which still cannot be spoken clear lest people vomit and turn away, turn off my channel in dismay.
Was I the only audacious audience to the massive, heavily portrayed farce called my family? The sickening Don and Sharon show? Quite an audience but how many played? Sick circus show called my family
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