Draw Me from the Depths

Pain of all views in vicnity. I cannot release the realities that come to be. I must stand and not retreat. I stay silent and calm, but the pain is the searing of sunshine, not the glowing warmth of love light. Hatred is framed by beings that will never come through. What will the trained do to release their own trade? Funny things are actually cruelty turned onto me infinitely, until I have mastery. Lovely, is a dog with no telepathy. I stay, I do not play. All are fine and I resist anything that judges the divine. I move through and call the name of liars with a smile on my teeth. I try to just say that everything is okay, while the nausea and fatigue is overwhelming. Explaining this is neither fun nor funny. I hate this space as much as I hate SPAM. Not real sentiment, not real food. Call me in the night and make it right white light.