Sometimes I wonder.

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Worry?

Do they actually... maybe... understand?  Or... even someone?

Okay, not worry.  Or... in the way that may seem.  More like... realizing one might be a bit too transparent.  Not even for the bother of being seen through, more because it isn't that time yet.  Never mind, you... may, or may not, understand.  No... no, not there.  Not even close.  But there are things, other things, out there.

I don't even mind hatred, or being considered incorrect, wrong, or... maybe worse, right... or even really being right.  It's not important to you or me, at this moment.  And, either it will be, to one or both of us.  Or it won't.  Of that I have no concern whatever.  Still, I find it important that some seem to see, or... pretend to see?  Difficult for even me to know.  It's not my area.  Well, not this exact portion of it.

But I see them looking, listening, or seeming to... to...  Well... connecting dots.