“ Am I okay? Reality now, and here, is quickly shifting definitions. I’m sad, beyond sad, but plastered on my head is a quasi-happy face. Usually a preoccupation with death is a sign that someone wants to go there, to take that endless plunge into oblivion. That’s not how I feel. Not at all. The opposite; I’m fearful, and I want to hold life as close to me as possible. I have to protect my life with an orange dagger.
A little snippet from a short story I’m working on, currently untitled.
