With the sweet singing of angels I fell in

With the sweet singing of angels I fell in to a deep slumber or so I believed until...

the screeching of tires snapped me back to life. I looked out my window to see a man clutching a woman and shaking her violently.

Looking closer, the girl from the window realized the woman was her sister. Frightened, she closed her eyes hoping it would all go away and wishing it was only a dream.

"No, no, please! Go away! Just go away! Please!" she sobbed as painful memories flooded back to her. "GO AWAY!"

I couldn't handle this. I can't seem to clear the cloudy thoughts in my head. The painful memories were too much to bare.

The only way to rid myself of these painful memories is to work. I got a job in a Welsh mining camp. Dirty, black faced, swinging a pick until the memories were gone. Until

I talked, thought & dreamt in Welsh alone. I was on my back one morning, chiseling out a narrow anthracite seam when the candle in my helmet flickered and went out. The props creak

-ed ominously & water dripped. I didn't like being alone in the dark miles underground, but I was weary of life. I sat in the lotus position & strove to become a breatharian.

Unfortunately for me, at that exact moment a swarm of water-able hornets came racing down to (what was once) my area of peace. I got stung to death.