Some people go about their daily lives without ever knowing anything about what really lies ahead of them. Of course I'm not taking about Hell or Heaven, but the simple reality that actually turns and ticks around us.
I almost envy them for being so ignorant because after all, ignorance is bliss.
At the same time however, it almost disturbs me when I think about being so clueless, but then again I don't really get disturbed for some reason.
As much as it is a curse to know so much it's a blessing to not be oblivious.
The more normal my life gets the more depressed I become and I start to feel like domesticated animal so the knowledge as much as it can ruin a perfectly good day, it keeps me from becoming insane.
"A penny for your thoughts?"
The holder stands behind me at my apartment table while I drink my green tea.
"It'll cost you more than that," I say dreading the sarcastic words that come out of his mouth.
He leans forwards so that his mouth is only an inch away from my ear.
"Now that I think if it there's probably not much in that dome of yours anyways," he says, a slight British accent behind his scrutinizing low humming voice.
We sit in silence for a moment before he turns his vision to me and quickly springs on top of the table, crouching over me as he grins with those perfectly white teeth and alert dark eyes.
"I'm bored," he says as his smile falls, "let's do something....fun today."
His eyes never leave me as I raise my cup to my lips and drink the tea, the hot liquid burning my throat
"Have any ideas?" I reply and let my eyes wander up to meet his, "after all I don't really have a say in what we do most of the time now do I?"
The smile spreads across his face again.

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With Love, From Me
Misteri / ThrillerMeet Adrian, a seemingly normal man in his young twenties attending college. An artist, musician, writer, and a collector of any random item that he finds interesting. However, he lives his life by the invisible strings of a shadowed puppeteer who w...