As my world burned, I started looking back on my life frozen and unable to divert my eyes off the horizon, where the clouds radiated like fire with the setting sun. While I struggled to remember everything that led me here, the woman in a sleeveless black sundress sitting beside me tied her long dark brown hair into a ponytail before looking in my direction and placing a hand on my shoulder.

“Look at the bright side,” she said, “you’re a ghost now and free to be whatever you want from this moment on.”

The man could only stare at the dust fluttering in the sunlight that seeped through the thin drapery of the room. Laying on a saggy mattress, he rested his right arm over his stomach trying not to breath so heavily because inhaling took effort and every time he did he swore he could still pick up the scent of blood. He couldn’t believe how breaking such a silly promise could cause so much trouble.

In the category of dreamers, you walk on common ground with many. Picking at something you’re not that good at doing all the while only thinking of what could be. However, every time your mind crosses that line of delusion come to me and I’ll show you a sudden reality that is constantly opposite. Something you should take as a slap to come to your senses. Still, you probably won’t listen. You’ll decide to keep picking away—not because you know how to endure, but because you don’t know any different.

A jackleg jackass

just jabbering gibberish

jotting down jargon

jogging the count joining in

just to jack up the entries.