Yesterday, in a freak accident, some tall, shadowy man bumped into me and mugged me.
Something else happened, though. He didn't mug me for my wallet or my bag.
He mugged me for my soul.
I felt it.
He took my ghost.
As if I wasn't worried enough already what was going to happen to me after I died, at least I had a little bit of hope that my ghost would burst out of my body and stroll the earth for another lifestyle.
I don't have that option anymore.
No, now I get to sit back in my chair and ponder even MORE about what's going to happen to me after I die.
Maybe my body will generate another ghostly soul.
or Maybe I'm just wishful thinking.
or Maybe the man wasn't real, and he himself was a ghost.
Afterall, he did have un human like qualities to him.
Weird features and a shadowy figure up close.

Maybe this isn't a freak accident.
Maybe...this is all meant to happen.
If this is a dream, I'm not waking up.
This is the only thing entertaining in my life.
Pretty pathetic, huh?