I just wrote a story and as I was finishing it to publish the phone died. Qwinkie dink? I think not. I love how my ideas can come to life as if a minds eye is in control. I have strange things around me all the time, ever since I was a kid my mother would say eat your breakfast before we talk or it will come true. She would call me her ESP child I always thought it was because she made me feel special. I believe I am special in a way that some people really should run from. I think I just use my power for things other than for myself. I want my time to shine since I project a shine so bright that even I can’t see it. What does this mean? I want to know why are we here why do some have to leave this realm and others have to stay longer. I have made it 55 years and still feel the same as I did when I was 18 why? Why? Why! I have so much to let out of me yet feel nobody understands me. I think I’m just going to write until one day I’m just done and none of you will here the crazy writting of a gay mad man ever again. I want everyone to know just who I was inside. I think I’m so tortured and lonely since my other half passed it has to manifest somewhere so it’s my writting which I have always done. A fun fact all has never known about me is I am a writer and now a published one.