And He whispers…..“Be Real”. And yet, I come to him bottled up without notions of what real is. Like a shroud covering….                   Layer over layer.                                                  Felt…but not noticed.                                                                                   So long imposed… And I see them.  The masked.  Religious.  Hiding in black.  And I ache for them. The nameless, faceless ones.Unseen.                   Unknown.                                                 Unnoticed.                                                                                   Unloved… But then, I […]