In my dreams I die alot. But I end up coming back to life stronger. Good chap, nice work. What I mean is: being the loneliest man alive just means being completely lost inside your head. I am here now means there are people far, far, far lonelier than I. Relatively speaking I am never alone. Please, refrain from spasming into my logistics: oh wait, all I am I do not deny. *grin I tell the past to fuck off. It lingers. I rip at it with claws. It returns. I am accepting who I am now. I am less. Maybe there is something more out there. Death might catch up to me before I find it. But, I am surprising the hell out of death by catching her now.