Walked around awhile
That’s when I stopped.
When I looked up at the darkness. The sun almost completely departed. That’s when I looked up, as though statue - almost totally still: Even in that state of complete immobility it’s the wind that lets you know you’re there.
I saw a swing, and then heard it.There was no part of me there - only the sounds of objects right?
But then who was listening to it all? It must have been me…
It certainly wasn’t Buffy.
Sometimes I wish there were demons around. Something to fight. Maybe that’s a sort of talent. Can wanting something better for the world be a talent? Or am I just wishing that I could be a better person instead of going out and becoming one. Wishing for demons isn’t novel. They are here already, and many can’t be beat - that’s for licky split.
I hope I’m good.
I can’t stand to imagine the alternative.
