Names Come From Somewhere
On the day I was born a boy living in a round house in South Africa looked to the sky knowing somehow that fate had now been sealed while my…
I’m Standing In The Middle Of The Road
On the double yellow line with the gun pointed to my head. This world is insane. I look at the faces of people as they walk down the street. I…
I Am In A Box
I’m staring at the ceiling. I’m lying in a box, but it is also like being in a cage. I think I’m supposed to sleep here, but I’m not tired.…
It Is Many Years Later
I’m standing in the middle of the road with a gun to my head, trying desperately to remember the happiness that I felt when I was being born. The road…
I Was Being Passed Around And Around The Room From Person To Person
The room was a mosh pit of friendly hands reaching out to hold me. From the oldest to the youngest, I was there for some sort of celebration. Every now…
I Was Happy
It was dark and gooey. A little smile spread across my face. I was definitely happy. Something was about to begin. Although I had an awareness of a big event,…