Pity on the hill

Bruce met me on that hill. The encounter was very underwhelming. Hiding behind sunglasses so i wouldnt see his soul. I didnt need to see it, his aura said it all. That stoney face just like his news photos., no hint of expressing any emotion. Which of itself told a story of one in great hurt and pain. I felt no sorrow for him, infact i wanted to tell him most people take responsibility for their actions at around fourteen years old. Why is he so late? For him to be standing before me must of taken great effort in stalking and it did, i watched it all unfold. I did tell them there was no point in hiding. And for them to arrange this, i just have to wonder at thier stupidity. And i wonder what nerve i hit as i would strike it again.

Back to the hill, which turned out to be the viewing platform at the southern end of Byron Bay beach.

Bruce, you stood before me. I gave you full opportunity to SHOUT ME your anger. You stood their silent. I showed you kindness, which i know you werent exspecting. Nothing. What were you hoping to achieve? You didnt intimidate me. I just got a strong wiff of vindictivness. Were you hoping to provoke? So you could silence me in court or something. Like, is that it. your trying to scare everyone into silence by litigation. Hasnt anyone told you, that doesnt work on me. I know your hurting real bad Bruce, I felt the turmoil in your being. Remember you brought this on yourself. I pray you will find peace with yourself, then you will find it with everyone else. I realy hope those words of kindness and pity i spoke to you echo in your ears until you find that peace.

There is no way to protect against these unwanted forced encounters with pyschopaths. It doesnt matter if your left wing, right wing. There both attached to the same body. So one of these forced encounters will be, well. Its just a matter of time.

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