Zeyzima

I am the secret griefs of wild, unknown men; the unjustly accused. I am the feigned sleep that traps the abnormal mind, made unequally at birth. With sudden imitation They will hide in the unquiet darkness, yearning to become the distinguished, and the most advanced. His identity will become like the silhouette of a cat in the moonlight, devoid of meaning. He can run from me, but he cannot hide. I hold his shining secrets, the want for a secure position in this ragged edge of the universe. I am the result of the vanished. I am the shining secrets. I bear no supercilious manner, I am effeminate and intimate, Man's basic insec

"Judith! Hurry! We're going to miss it!" I called up the steps. I heard a bit of fumbling up stairs but no response. "Judith!" Finally I heard someone coming down the stairs.  Judith appeared her face flushed; her brunette hair wrapped up in a blue handkerchief with a blue dress to match. "I'm here. Let's go, Sheesh!" She shook her head and strutted out the door, grabbing her knitting on the way. There was a huge crowd of people in the street making their way to Place De La Revolution. "A lot of people coming out today don't you think?" She asked looking about at the different people. I nodded staring around for myself. She was right, there