crimson

The Unknown

Jack - 

Ever since i was a small child, I never fit in quite well. crowds made me a nervous wreak and people made me uneasy. The only thing that made me feel sane, or at least normal, were finding what I called the unknown. 

My unknowns were things that I considered mine. I would tell no one about them and in a way I would shelter them from the the world outside and keep it forever in my own odd version of reality. 

I kept my unknowns away from the world in a shoe box. So far I have had only five things in there, a photograph, a pebble, an erring, a small silver globe, and crimson ribbon. 

These things were significant  to me and signify special moments in my life. Now that I have died I need to find the meaning and reason that I lived. For the moment I can't remember much of anything. Everything is just a big blur... nothing comes to me except the idea of this shoe box and the things it withholds...

So I ask, would you like to hear my story?

Would you like to now the meaning of my life?

Or know how my life came to an end?

well if your answer is yes than please accompany me in a world of my memories and to my tragic end. Sit back and enjoy the ride, because this ride is the story of my life and death