There are Russians Amongst You, They CAN Hear You

Excitement is mounting for the opening ceremonies of the Olympics. I monitor, in me, the life and times of this very special Russian moment. The music plays in my ears, as I lie in the insignificance of a non reality that is put on me. The doors shut long ago, but now understanding is mine. I fight for my freedom every day. The path is difficult because there is so little validation. I have lost so much, but I believe that times are changing. I watch the path of athletes who have taken so much in an imaginary land that will collapse in their minds soon enough. Sochi monitors, as Russian do, and they will not help you cover the fallacies you put on screen. I work on what I can so that I never rest in bitterness. Beautiful, beautiful is what I say to put rage at bay. This is how I save my light for a "baby boy" who is behind the scenes.