I do not strive to become famous, popular, or loved by the world—I have better things to do.
The world relies on science to prove those ghosts as real while they are hooked on a religion which tells them that magick is evil.
As a small child, I believed the teachers saying that everyone is equal and I thought; “Blend me in!” But that was a lie, and as I grew up I could fly and see over their shoulders the stars having their own planets.
Hypocrites build their lives lying, pretending, and covering in a common structure and feel the right to point and judge others spitefully. They think of this world a means to an end for an afterlife to buy as with gold and chains. Now realize the weight of a leg and its flesh; feel its density, gravity, and solidity. Join your hands together and beg your god is good because it ain’t the end.
Stranger; “Where were you born.”
Me; “In a black country.”
Stranger; “You’re not Black.”
Stranger; “Where do you live.”
Me; “In a white country.”
Stranger; “You’re not White.”
Stranger; “What are you.”
Me; “I am Gray.”
Stranger; “I knew it.”