My cynicism has gotten worse over the years before I meet someone or anyone or if I'm just passing by a stranger in the st I always wonder what kind of demons they're hiding from the rest of the world. Like sometimes I look at people and wonder why they should be trusted and like are they even human beings? maybe they dress up like us to blend in. Whose to say that nice old man on the bus doesn't go around raping young children, whose to say the young lady working at home depot won't set you up to get robbed. Whose to say that those group of teens won't pull a desert eagle on ya or maybe that homeless war vet was abducted and probed by god knows what? We may never know brehs because the world is so vast and amazing brehs.
God bless beloved.
God bless beloved.