The last three years of my life had finally taken their toll. I couldn’t fake my way through it anymore. Each new day piled up behind me like the mounting chaos of a hoarder’s two-car garage. No outlet, no escape, no end – I needed an end.

Here’s the translation: The green man represents present time and the fruition of the word on the table of the heart. He is the golden god, the alien, or the vampire. He is the word, the curse, and the monster.

Little girls with preteen boppers stealing kisses from their bedroom walls. But you touched my heart, you were more than just that. Hollywood agents fill their pockets selling your image to the porcelain dolls. But you touched my heart, you were more than just that.

I hope we are upon another awakening. A revolution. I hope the government is not as corrupt as I fear. A conspiracy. I hope God, in whatever sense of the word, really exists. A reason. I hope we are upon another realization. A vision.

Once again, I am waiting on the impossible to happen, but as time goes on, to be honest, it’s feeling less and less likely. So, yes, I’m still being stalked and harassed by this irritating presence known only to me. I thought for sure I’d be done with this thing by now, but then, what’s new?