What happens in death I'd always wonder sit by alone at night gaze at the stars and start drifting off to countless thoughts about what they are or what they were. I'd always arrive at the conclusion that they were always lonely and unlike me they found peace in it.
Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday, Sunday would always have the same routine to me day by day night and night weeks to months years to decades all alone searching for meaning in life some found love and others a purpose but me i knew it deep down I could never be loved for who i am and not for what I offer.
I was always weird to other people quiet that to them it was unsettling i never liked plying football never liked socializing to the point the idea of meeting new people made me sick but I had no choice in it and I'd do what I do best endure the ridicule and the rules.
I had a crush on a girl named Joan well she was everything I dreamed of funny, cute, caring, and worst of all she always wanted to help so I let her get too close and when she stitched her threads perfectly i became a puppet.
I'd do everything for her you name it and I was your boy. I had yet to know what love blind as that feeling was it wasn't love see deep down I knew she didn't love me as she claimed but I was hopefull on a what if until i started overthinking everything little thing and what best way to bring down a mighty army if not from with in.