I want to thank you for consistently activating your decency.
When, really, it’s much more simple to do what’s easy.
To voice skepticism after scorn and encourage a “come on’ “, to push onto me a jaded reality.
How ubiquitous it is of the unfaithful, how prevalent the existence of a much crueler society.
An easy emotional manipulation hiding under the sheep’s skin of a farce worldly protection.
To inject real emotion brings about an almost necessary type of caring.
Accomplished by an imagination strong enough to procure your empathy.
This empathy tugs at my heartstrings and the passion echoes – so loudly.
That spreading sound is what’s helping.
my own decency. My own sanity.