I am not a real person because you see, not so long ago I have died.
I made it back, I suppose, but to be honest things kind of seem different.
It's as I am being pulled, but gently, to opposite directions by kindred spirits from the world of the living as well as the dead. And because neither of the forces fully prevail I hang balanced ranging somewhere in the middle, feeling mostly content, wondering if there will ever be a third option.
I am semi-confident that there is, or at least I am not completely hopeless about it because something has been teasing me every night in my dreams for a while now.
I think I both hope and fear that what I long for is insanity.
