Loneliness can be exhausting
The uncertainty, the responsibility
If I don't do this, no one else will - but what if I can't
What if whatever, whoever it was that left me behind, what if they just chose the wrong person for the task
I have to hope that's not true
Because an interesting thing I've come to realise through this journey, is that I might not be the only person in history to be singled out
One might call it magic, the paranormal or plain madness
But whatever it is, I guess I no longer have the luxury of not believing in the occult, because how else can I explain this
We all breathe the same air, we all look up to see the same stars
We're all a part of this world, connected in a way
It's just up to me now to figure out what sort of connection I have left with this world
Even if the only connection I have left is the world itself
God, I need a drink