No. We breathe. We pulse. We regenerate. Our hearts beat. Our minds create. Our souls ingest. 37 seconds, well used, is a lifetime.
Mrs. Reed grabbed Kayla's wrist. "Good. You haven't gotten that damned tattoo. Whatever you do, don't let them make you get it.
Turn the page, continue reading, and let the next story begin.
We humans can never claim to do nothing, we breath, we pulse, we regenerate.
You become the monster you fear the worst, so the monster won't overtake you.
There are a million things one might do with a block of wood. But what do you think might happen if someone, just once, believed in it?