Our best friend has turned into our worst enemy in this small isolated town. For suddenly another Alpha Dog has taken control of an army of four legged enemies that knows our scent wherever we might try to hide. These animals have tasted the flesh of human blood and now are in constantly search for human meat where-ever it can be found. Are these dogs infected by some rabid bite or was it just a time they knew that they could control us that led to this massacre? Where did this Alpha Dog come from that has taken control of a tribe that grows stronger everyday with another human flesh in their teeth is something we can only ponder as we try to run and hide from an enemy who knows us best as they do our weaknesses as well.
I’m not dead but feel as if I’m alive somewhere else as well. For as I look at him I feel as if I know where he’s going before he even gets there. It is if two cells have divided but instead of cells it’s souls. I haven’t approached him because I’m sure he’ll think I’m crazy or could it be that he’s thinking the same thing as well? Could he be in my head as well and I’m only seeing it through this soul? That is why I ran across the street and when I awoke saw 4 legs under the car.
I take in the same Oxygen but exhale a totally different experience. For my roots are from a totally different galaxy although I was a put in the ground here. If this truly isn’t the planet I’m meant to be on my seeds will be sent to an entirely different galaxy. I’m truly lost alone in space. Yet unlike Superman I don’t have any strange powers except if you count these strange bumps on the back of my ears maybe they do something yet I haven’t discovered what. It’s not that I’ve been told that I’m some alien I just feel so different then anyone else out there that I must be. An alien trying to discover where my home is meant to be.
FOOTNOTE- In my youth I imagined this was the case and still have the bump on the back of my ears.
There is a curse to being beautiful. For when you have a “pretty face” every blemish stands out in your own mirror. You can’t control when a blemish, cut, scrape or G-D forbid a pimple suddenly appears and then your beauty seems to disappear in an instance. An instance where you lose your identity because so much of whom you are known to be isn’t past skin deep. You can erase an age mark as well but beauty can only last for so long especially as you look deeper into the mirror. So enjoy the days when they occur for everyone is beautiful at some point it only fades at different mirror angles.
I tried to move my lips but only one word escaped “THE”!! Incapacitated by the sight and sound my mind froze with fear which gripped my very soul. There was no way out! No word which could free me from the terror that held me to “THE” and though I sort some type of warmth I knew that this word would be the last I would utter.