I had to decide what I was going to do, and what I was going to be. I was standing there, waiting for someone to do something , till I realised the person I was waiting for was myself.

The thrill of being ignored!

I even move out onto the front porch and see my own limited view of the world. I want to take that world, and for the first time ever, I feel like I can do it. I’ve survived everything I’ve had to so far. I’m still standing here.

You're far from this. This story is just another few hundred pages of your mind.

A small fact: You are going to die....does this worry you?

Could she smell my breath? Could she hear my cursed circular heart beat revolving like the crime it is in my deathly chest?

You can do anything when it's not real. When it is real, nothing breaks your fall. Nothing gets between you and the ground.