I see Death as the part of us that knows all the time that we're going to die, reminding us to live properly.

Crowds of questions stream through me like lines of people exiting a soccer ground or a concert. They push and shove and trip. Some make their way around. Some remain in their seats, waiting for their opportunity.

Sometimes I think my papa is an accordion. When he looks at me and smiles and breathes, I hear the notes.

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

The best word shakers were the ones who understood the true power of words. They were the ones who could climb the highest. One such word shaker was a small, skinny girl. She was renowned as the best word shaker of her region because she knew how powerless a person could be WITHOUT words.

The orange flames waved at the crowd as paper and print dissolved inside them. Burning words were torn from their sentences.

The consequence of this is that I'm always finding humans at their best and worst. I see their ugly and their beauty, and I wonder how the same thing can be both.