That Is The Rule Of The Wilds:

He Is My World And My World Is Him And Without Him There Is No World.

Most Of The Time One Night Blends Into The Next And Weeks Blend Into Weeks And Months Into Other Months. And Sooner Or Later We All Die. But At The Beginning Of The Night Anything’s Possible.

An Itchy Feeling Began To Work Its Way Through My Body, As Though A Thousand Mosquitoes Were Circulating Through My Blood, Biting Me From The Inside, Making Me Want To Scream, Jump, Squirm. I Ran.

Maybe Before You Die, It's Your Ghosts You See.

I'll Find You," He Says, Watching Me With The Eyes I Remember. "i Won't Let You Go Again