1st September 2009

The word Deathwish is such an explicit term to most mortals. For me, a deathwish does not exist, for I am already dead. I do not believe anything can affect me the way they once did when I was still human. Some things still affect me more that others do, and I am selective over what I depress myself over. I no longer pine for the sun, I no longer miss the warmth of other human beings, I am long past that. I believe, a human, any human, might not pine for the sun, or prefer isolation, so why shouldn't I? I adore loneliness now, and sometimes even prefer to shun contact with others of my kind. My cold, dead hands, do not long for the touch of another human's skin. I am past that, past, caring.