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…
Entries from my very first blog, The Open Book
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,…
My Grandmother Is Going To Kill Everybody
Today the part of the planet that I woke up on was covered in mist and peasoup fog. It was lovely. When the fog is that thick, everything suddenly turns…