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|| February 23, 2015 || 10:43 pm || Comments (0) ||

“When are you going to die?” Sherry asked me.
“I don’t feel comfortable talking about that part.”

I’d told her about how I’d always known I wasn’t going grow old; I’d touched on the dreams.

“Why not?”
“I dunno, Sherry, it feels like blasphemy.”

I’ve never wanted to be here anyway. Dying young wouldn’t be a big deal. That doesn’t make me suicidal, though.

“Will it be soon?”
“Sherry, come on.”

My whole life I’ve experienced intense bouts of Missing. Homesick, but this confounding sort of homesickness for a place I’ve not seen with my eyes; I’ve seen it with my heart.

“No, you. YOU come on!”
“Why isn’t it enough that I told you?”

You can’t just go around telling people about stuff like this, because they think you’re mentally ill. One thing I’ve always been is crazy. One thing I’m not is mentally ill.

“You know that thing where someone tells you that they have a surprise for you and it makes you nuts? You say that you want to know everything or nothing at all. Well, I don’t know nothing at all, and that only leaves everything.”
“Sherry.”

I can’t stand when people use my own logic and belief systems to get the better of me. The fact that they can means my logic and belief systems are flawed. So are yours. So are that guy’s over there.

“This isn’t going to go away.”
“Forty-four. I think it will happen when I am forty-four. Nobody else on this planet knows that, so keep a lid on it.”