My Worst Nightmare...I am standing in a sea of unfamiliar faces.
I rush through the crowd looking for safety.
Free from the madness. Free from the violence. Free from this sea of unfamiliar faces so I can get my bleeding, broken, suffering companion the help he needs to make him well.
The help we need to be whole again.
They were standing there, backs to me; they just stood there to face to the crowd banging their black, wooden nightsticks while on just standing there. Beating their nightsticks against their fat sweaty palms.
I am horrified. I am horrified because these are not police officers at all.
They are clowns. Literally, figuratively, in every way they are simply clowns. Clowns in uniform. In unison. In unanimity. Inhumanity. My worst nightmare. The cops were clowns.
Unconditional love. Always. Until the day my perfect little angel would return to heaven. And I did. And he did. And we did.
Alone, together, Pepe gave me strength when I was too weak to care for myself. He could not talk, but he sure tried!
He gave me freedom.
He gave me comfort.
He gave me hope and he gave me peace.
He was like a child.
Pure, innocent and completely, totally, unconditionally loved.
There is a better place for you now. There always was.