"Brrr" I think as I zip up my jacket. The days have definetly gotten colder. It wasn't this way last year. For some miraculous reason it was warm.
November 26th 1998. I could remember all the exact details as if it was yesterday.
Suddenly I felt a hand on my cheek. It was cold, hard, as if no blood rushed through. And how could it no hand was there. I imagined it as I had imagined many things of my life. At time I couldn't tell what was real or fake, which makes my story a bit false but then again I'm telling you my story, so it must be true.
I lay my head on the cold, damp grass and sank into the ground. I let the wind whisk me away into its arms and take me to Nowhere. The place I love. The place where we begin, the place where we end up. Nowhere.
