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I became inhuman. I would see children playing in the park. I don’t remember being so naive. My cold blue eyes regarded them with a bit more tolerance than I reserved for most of my species. The people that I saw in day to day life sickened me. But imagine, just imagine, if I truly had a mind to let myself off the leash! Heaven help thee.  I knew deep inside that what I saw in them was the same weakness I saw in myself. I told my stories. Once they dried up there was still  emptiness in residence…  like a dark vulture wheeling above my life. The evening was red, as if someone had brandished a cruel blade and skinned the sky. Life became more like a dream than reality. I walked in the woods to shake the mood. The branches were black and bare… more dead than they should be. It seems that most of what I did was for naught. How do I explain my years lived in twilight to people that live in daytime and hide away from the darkness? - Ozzie

Thank you to Lucia Griggi and Brooks Sterling for the images. Skate- Ozzie