Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-29369495-20160730133638

To dear Nana Camille I'm new here. A newbie in this physical world. Nana, I miss how you and I used swing together on those wooden swings in the park and humans used think the swings were moving because of the wind. I miss standing behind the humans and stare at them. Nana, I miss how pale my skin was; lifeless and my face; emotionless. I fancied that life, there we had powers. Powers to see humans and roam about anywher but now, I don't have any such powers... I can't see you. I miss you. I miss me.

Who I'm here is not me but my mind. Who I was there was me, my spirit.

Come and take me from here nana. Humans think this is the life but it is not. Their concept of life is topsy tervy... this is the afterlife. Life is where we live. Where we have the powers.

Nana, come amd take me before I forget you, befote I forget myself, before I forget the life. They will change me. They will torture me. They will kill the real me.

Love Siri 