White doves are covering my eyes.
They don't want me to see something.
I'm not sure.
They might not want me to see something I shouldn't see.
Or maybe they don't want me to see what I should see.
They don't want me to feel bad nor happy.
Either way they are metaphors.
These metaphors are sinners.
They sin for not doing their job right.
I don't know how people think. Everyone has their own perspective and everyone has their own interpretation. I want to leave "white dove" as an open metaphor for discussion and interpretations. Some see them as love signs, some as freedom, some as justice etc.
There's actually no right and wrong.
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Short StoryI don't have anybody to talk to...nowhere to go....noone who can believe me...noone who I can tell my secrets....nobody I can share my pain with ....so please ...listen to me ....this is the only place I can type down my stories, my pain and be myse...
