Jackie? Is that you? ...Jackie, c'mon, that's not funny!* something rustles in the dark and my voice raises to a hoarse whispering yell.
Another mystery in the fog-soaked bushes creaks and moans and I jump to my feet, my headlamp flying out of my hand and into the somewhere.
All at once I realize how very dark it is in between these trees and i stumble backwards
something with wide dark wings swoops low over my head
everything is swallowed by the fog and you are swallowed and i am swallowed
suddenly i know this world is paper-thin
like that time when i got stabbed in the hand
and i had to accept all pain as relative
but if i accept pain as relative i have to accept happiness as relative and i have to accept you as relative

is there a way to die without leaving you behind without leaving behind humanity?

paper-thin fog and paper-thin trees **** and pull at my shaking white hands
and it draws me in
draws me away
from you away
away
away

and im gone

gone


gone.