they think maybe

My time there was distinctive. There was a feeling there that opened passage-ways, ways that allowed views of the wandering ones who remain exiled for their spiritedness. They were like children playing crude games. Because it was all inside, nobody could understand. I could not talk about it. I could not bring anything up in regular conversations with trusted friends. It had to remain mine. What occured on that property will never leave me. The things I saw were terrifying yet somehow I feel better knowing that my experiences in that place, at that place, among those exiled souls, allowed me to see clear distinctions between those who are believers in something and those who just think they are.