I keep having these recurring dreams. They have haunted me my entire life. I dream I am exploring an empty series of caves going from one to the next. Then feeling completely isolated and detached from everyone I care about. I am searching for something that is familiar, and cannot find it. This is how I feel about death. A hopeless genuineness. I wonder what people feel when they die. When I die. It is such a reflective and dismal feeling I cannot bear to think about it. So, I got back to thinking about how I am going to live.
TERRA’S POSSESSION: PROLOUGE