If you're reading this or any of my other posts I'd be very greatful if you left a comment and told me what you thought, things you liked or didn't like about it, etc. This is some of my old stuff and I wrote this before I met Jessica so if you're reading this it's not about her, unlike everything else I've been doing lately......... Good thing super cool macho Zach pointed out my all consuming interest with Jessica, otherwise I would have never known. It's dark out, the only light is provided by the funeral pyres that burn all around me. I'm walking in an endless field, the ground runs with blood. I walk in this Hellish place looking for the creator of this world. Screams of pain and torment can be heard in the distance. A pile of bodies appears in front of me. Voices start to whisper in my mind, they tell me of the horrible things that were done to them. Looking up at the top of the pile I see the one I seek. Keflar stares down at me. In his hand is a bloody body, I don't need to look to know who it is suppose to be. Keflar is wearing bright colorful cloths, which make him look like a harlequin; his face is covered with a mask of a laughing daemon. A voice forces its way into my mind, So what brings you to me? Looking down at the body in his hands Keflar adds, I was amusing myself with one that you care a great deal about. "I need to talk to you about something." Of course you do. What do you want to talk about? He throws the body down in front of me. It rolls and comes to rest in a way that I'm able to see her face. A smile spreads across my face. A present from me to you. "What I want to talk about has nothing to do with her. But thanks for the gesture." What then do you want to talk about? | 
