We both laugh and run and the moment is so thick around me that i feel like dropping into it to let it carry me.

I traveled the globe as always, handing souls to the conveyor belt of eternity.

Sometimes I just survive. But sometimes I stand on the rooftop of my existence, arms stretched out, begging for more.

I read some books that were the right books for me. I read them and I didn't even notice turning the pages anymore. I thought, "That's what I want to do with my life."

***A Last note from your narrator*** I am haunted by humans.

The paper landed on the table, but the news was stapled to his chest. A tattoo.

Mystery bores me. It chores me. I know what happens and so do you. It's the machinations that wheel us there that aggravate, perplex, interest, and astound me.