I care not for rules nor for that which is considered normal.
When I sit and dream my dreams all I can hear are inanimate screams,of those long past of those long gone of those who have done no wrong. I see them coming, I see them going, I see the old boat-men rowing. fast and clean smooth and straight who am I to now berate. Down and up, up and down, which is the way back to town?
Title: Dead Man Watcher.
By: Hudson F.