They knew you see; they had always known.
They had come from somewhere out there. Some folks said they had lived underground; others had said that they were from Atlantis.
One guy went on the television and told the world that he had been abducted by them and that they came from a star second from the right and straight on till morning. But we all kinda knew that he was plain crazy.
What wasn’t crazy was the fact that they came for people. Sometimes in the middle of the night, a soul would hear a knock on the door and there they would be.
And here’s the strange thing, I heard that they came to hunt down the Unloved - and that would naturally get you thinking that they were talking about the homeless, or the lonely or the suicidal, or whatever.
But it wasn’t, sometimes they knocked on doors where large families lived, they’d asked for the soul in question, and they would hug them and hug them until the sadness had been squeezed right out of them.
What those strangers knew was that folks could feel unloved anywhere. They knocked on the doors of the rich, and the poor alike. The well fed and the hungry. The married and the single. The saint and the sinner.
You couldn’t tell that someone was unloved just by looking at them. Some hid their sorrow behind the grandest of smiles or would give the impression of being the most confident son of a gun going. But they weren’t - and they never had been.
So, friends, if, or when, they come knocking on your door, it might be that they are just coming to hug the sadness out of you.Let them
Sleep well.
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