Sunday, December 25, 2022

God Told Me

Satan fears he
Who knows who he be
He won’t set you free
At least that’s what God told me

Merry, jolly boy
I keep them spirits up like Christmas joy
He keeps me around ‘cause I’m his favorite toy
I be sinnin’ (wink) come holler at your boy

Sugar daddy queen
The things he do to me can be so obscene
He like the way I sin though I got that angelic gene
He fucks with me ‘cause I be keeping my shit clean

Satan fears he
Who knows who he be
He won’t set you free
At least that’s what God told me
Satan fears me, he can’t handle me
So he set me free
At least that’s what God told me

Can’t hold me
God told me

Satan fears he
Who knows who he be
He won’t set you free
At least that’s what God told me

Good God all mighty, blessed be he favors me
He showers me in expensive excessive shopping spree
I need no money when I’m with him, everything be free
He has me in his grip, he will never let me be

And he, he got this temper I know not to mess around with
He got a thick ass monster he know I love to play with
He keeps me close ‘cause he knows damn well who he be with
He favors me ‘cause I’m not one you play around with

Satan fears he
Who knows who he be
He won’t set you free
At least that’s what God told me
Satan fears me, he can’t handle me
So he set me free
At least that’s what God told me

Can’t hold me
God told me

Satan fears he
Who knows who he be
He won’t set you free
At least that’s what God told me

Thursday, December 8, 2022

Diosa Divina

A ella la adoraré
Su luz me ilumina
De ella me enamoré
Diosa divina
 
A ella le cantaré
Con ella quiero unir
Voy a proveer
Por ella quiero vivir
 
Estiro mis manos al cielo
Unirme con el universo
Ser parte de su mundo es mi consuelo
Batallo con mi duelo
 
Soy un humano
En los humanos no puedo encontrar
La luz en ti no se puede duplicar
O comparar
Soy un humano
Estiro mis manos para abrazar
Estás en el cielo y no puedo alcanzar
Yo seguiré en el mundo amándote
 
Sera que yo encontré
Una diosa divina
Un día lo lograré
Una vida tan fina

Se va y la extrañaré
Por ella yo esperaré
Yo siempre seguiré
En el mundo amándote

Estiro mis manos al cielo
Unirme con el universo
Ser parte de su mundo es mi consuelo
Batallo con mi duelo

Soy un humano
En los humanos no puedo encontrar
La luz en ti no se puede duplicar
O comparar
Soy un humano
Estiro mis manos para abrazar
Estás en el cielo y no puedo alcanzar
Yo seguiré en el mundo amándote

Saturday, August 27, 2022

Pwr

One isolated incident went viral overnight, derailing any future plans those in power had in store for the world. No shadow government could stop millions of people from witnessing the spark of enlightenment. Everything done in the dark came into light by those who fought to expose the truth. By those who secretly film confidential meetings of government officials. Those who stalk politicians, recording their every word. The very same enigma that hack and upload classified data to every social media outlet for the public to see.
Across the world, in every language known to man, memes and gifs gained notoriety as they revealed what their government kept in the dark. Videos on every platform showcase what and who the shadow government are. No more would the people be left in the dark. Be left ignorant to what their government do behind closed doors. The mother of all conspiracy theories were once and for all answered with a series of videos, now gone viral. No one could escape the truth. No one is safe.
 A muffled voice spoke in a low lit room while a monitor kept track of a patients heartbeat. The reporter on the television screen spoke of another recent revelation, exposing secrets the public were not equip to hear. The patient woke as he slowly opened his eyes. His blurry gaze focused but he could not see clearly as to who sat beside him. A fragrant of roses lingered. He looked around then stared at the screen high above in one corner. He tried reading the headlines but failed. Instead he listened intuitively.
“More well renowned politicians,” the reporter proclaimed, “Arrested this morning for ties to terrorism exposed by more anonymous hackers.” Again, he closed his eyes hoping to regain his focus. His heart monitor kept a steady beat beside him. Once his head stopped spinning, he found himself in a hospital room; or so he thought. He stared at the ceiling as he gathered his thoughts, all the while listening to more truths seemingly spilling out of control. The world, it seemed, was waking up.
A sigh escaped him soon after as he realized who sat beside him. He did not need to see for he knew just by the smell that lingered. He feared of the consequences that lay ahead but by the revelations unfolding in the real world he knew his mission was complete. He knew nothing could reverse what he and his team sought to accomplish. For him, another successful mission was his to claim. To brag, taunt, before his enemy. Anything that proceeded was mere weak retaliation. He opened his eyes again then turned to his visitor.
She sat glued to her phone in one hand while holding an iced coffee on the other. Her phone sang as she wrote to her many allies. Numerous bells chimed as they each replied to her inquiries. Why she wore shades inside a building was beyond him but he could care less. No threat or promise could break him for he had beaten the system. She took one more sip of her coffee then removed herself from her phone. Though he could not tell, she was now fixated on him. “We have got to stop meeting like this,” she began, “Agent Milestone.”
She took another sip of her coffee then placed it on the nightstand. “What accomplishments you dared achieve.” She paused for dramatic effect. “Look at what you and your little fan club started. I see now why Mother chose you.” A bell rang on her phone. She remained facing Milestone, hesitant to read the notification. As she removed her shades, agent Milestone noticed there was something different about his visitor. He knew who she represented only her eyes were not the same.
Every so often, there is a change of guard among the Family. Sister, for instance, once white with blue eyes and blond hair now turned Asian with jet black hair and slanted dark brown eyes. The same, it’s presumed, can be said about Brother and Mother. This season the Family went Asian to lead the rest. They change appearance to keep balance among the other cults. To please the masses. A treaty those in power uphold to keep a sense of harmony among thieves. Why the sudden change in the Family was for Milestone to guess.
Sister took the remote and changed the channel. Every station revealed more gut churning news of terrorism, violence and war. Bombings in one state. Mass shootings in local areas in the other. Escalation ran rampant. “Is this what you had in mind?” Sister asked. Footage of swat teams raiding secret meetings played in the television screen, reminding Milestone of his act of defiance. “What is the endgame here?” She continued to flip through the channels, each depicting more gore and despair.
“I have to make ends meet somehow.” Milestone answered.
“What,” Sister replied, “Did we take more than what we should have? Did we leave nothing for the rest?” She smiled, “Am I the villain in your story?” Milestone kept quiet. “I’m hurt that you see me as a vile woman. I don’t know how the other version of myself treated you, Agent, but that’s all behind us now. We have turned over a new leaf. I hope you can understand that person is not me. I’m a new woman now.” She turned the television screen off. “The Family has changed and we do things differently.”
“You’re all the same.” Milestone began. “The lesser of two evils are still evil none the less.”
“Ouch.” Sister replied. “That hurt me right here.” She placed her hand on her heart. “We may be evil in your eyes but we are human all the same.” She moved closer to Milestone. “Let me be frank with you Agent. I don’t know what kind of relationship you had with the old version of us but let’s be clear on one thing, we do things differently now.” She took a closer look at Milestone, “Want to know why the Family had a sudden change? Because we are efficient.” She bothered not to hesitate.
“Unlike our predecessors, when we are given a task, we accomplish our goals with no errors.” She let Milestone soak in the new Sister. “See, we are not so different after all. Just like you, we accomplish everything we set our minds to. That is why the Family turned to us.” Sister stood inches away from Milestone. “I see now why Mother chose you.” She stroke Milestone’s forehead. “But tell me, what are your followers going to think when they find out the truth about you?” Milestone stared at Sisters slanted eyes.
“I keep nothing from them.” Milestone proclaimed. “I don’t know what you are talking about.”
“Don’t play dumb with me Agent.” Sister turned to the television screen. With a press of a button the screen flashed on. A raid took place in a hidden location only Milestone and his team of activist knew. Milestone recognized the people being apprehended by the Family’s swat team. “It wasn’t hard finding your location Agent. But when we began interrogating your followers they were extremely shook when we told them who you really are.” She turned back to Milestone, “Who you work for.”
“I don’t know what you are talking about.” Milestone repeated.
“Sure you do.” Sister reminded him. “But don’t worry your secret is safe with me.” She raised one hand and with the other marked an X on her heart. She smirked as she walked around the room. Milestone tried getting up but his feet felt heavy. His hands lay beside him though he wanted to strangle Sister. All Milestone could do was watch Sister move about. Free to do whatever she pleased, as usual.
“Tell me this,” Sister changed the subject, “Why continue on with this narrative?” Sister opened a drawer then closed it almost instantly. She was stalling, Milestone analyzed. “Why carry on with this façade?” Sister trailed back to Milestone who lay lifeless with eyes full of rage. Sister knew something she was not suppose to. Sister was on to Milestone. “You actually believe these people you are protecting are damsels in distress? You think these people are victims to our oppression?”
“These people are not victims, Agent.” Sister continued. “These people are nothing more than thoughtless bystanders bored out of their minds. Yearning a piece of excitement that we deliver, every time.” Sister stood by the foot of Milestone’s bed. “We are the only hope these people you defend have. We are all that this world has. Why would you ever think of us as evil untouchables?” Sister made her way back to her seat. “That narrative you created came out of left field. Where you improvising? I mean it was not part of the mission Mother assigned you.”
“In closing,” Sister placed a finger on Milestone’s mouth. She knew he had something to say but she was not done. “You think these recent revelations your fan club are posting on social media will hinder whatever plan we have for them?” She laughed, “Agent, you can’t even fathom the power we possess. We can quarantine the whole world if we want to. Set mandatory vaccinations just because we feel like making them do so. If we tell them to jump, they will instinctively say how high because those are the kind of people you are protecting.”
Milestone wanted to move. He wanted to make a stand, and not just with his words, but somehow he was not able to. His body lay frozen though he was wide awake. “Don’t worry Agent.” Sister added. “You will have my permission to move again. The dose I gave you will wear off in a few.” She took her bag and rummaged through her mess. “See, I’m not as evil as you depict me in your stories.” Sister found what she was looking for.
“Wait,” Sister pondered. “Would this count as a trilogy or is this the sequel?” They sat in silence for a while. “Can I show you something.” Sister took a syringe from her purse then showed it to Milestone. “You want to know what’s inside this syringe?” Milestone was not amused. He knew Sisters tactics all too well. “This is essentially a lobotomy without the bells and whistles.” She pressed on the syringe, squirting liquid into the air and onto the floor.
“This invention of mine is my prized possession.” Sister bragged. “With a single dose, all the neurons in your cranium go quiet and you will be left as a vegetable. There will still be activity in your brain only your neurons won’t know what to do. You will be left clueless, oblivious to your former self. You won’t even recognize your own reflection.” She pierced the syringe to Milestone’s I.V. bag. There was nothing Milestone could do to stop Sister. All he could do was watch her as she finally finished what the other Sister could not.
Sister instead removed the syringe from his I.V. bag and emptied the tube. A small puddle spread on the white tile floor. “Make Mother proud.” Sister whispered to Milestone’s ear. She placed a USB drive by the night stand and left the television screen on. A raid of Milestone’s secret hideout took place before him. Milestone watched helplessly as his loyal followers fell to the Family’s swat team. Sister made her exit, “Do it so others like you won’t have to struggle as much as you did coming up.”

Saturday, June 25, 2022

Trofeo

Me tenías como ama de casa
Me tenías siempre bien arreglada
Y yo acá como muñeco
Calladito, aguanté
Me deje
Te deje

Con mi cuerpo yo te mantenía
Cómo rey yo te trataría
Nunca se te hizo faltó
Era tu lindo trofeo

Terminó
Entre tu y yo
Aunque era divino
Tu ya no eres mio
Me salve amándome

Me salve
Días vacíos que tu me dabas
Me salve 
Años perdidos que no acordabas
Me salve 
Nueva formas para cele-le-brarme
Me salve 
Amándome, me salve

Me salve

Tu me regalabas tu dulce amor
Tu me presentabas con mucho honor
A tus amigos me presumiste
Ahora quieren, viste
Terminó
Entre tu y yo

Aunque era divino
Tu ya no eres mio
Me salve amándome

Tuesday, February 22, 2022

Talking to The Moon (About You)

With perfect trust
I’m stepping in
Embracin’
The light within
In the night
I praise your sight
You shine so bright
I feel your might

The sun knows my body, the moon knows my spirit and I
Inebriated, jubilated by the moon up in the sky

I be dreaming in the sunlight
I be talking to the moonlight
About you
I vent to her with all my troubles
Laugh at all my silly stumbles
Then trail back to you
I turn to her when I need shelter
She keeps me well, she makes me better
But she’s not you
I be dreaming in the sunlight
I be staring at the moonlight
Thinking of you

Wishing she were you

I praise the moon
Sing her a tune
Write her a rune
Knowing soon
What’s meant for me
Will mote it be
I shall see
I trust in thee

The sun knows my body, the moon knows my spirit and I
Inebriated, jubilated by the moon up in the sky

I be dreaming in the sunlight
I be talking to the moonlight
About you
I vent to her with all my troubles
Laugh at all my silly stumbles
Then trail back to you
I turn to her when I need shelter
She keeps me well, she makes me better
But she’s not you
I be dreaming in the sunlight
I be staring at the moonlight
Thinking of you

Wishing she were you

Thursday, January 6, 2022

Seer

            When I told my parents of all the bright colors I see emitting from them, from everyone, they naturally did not believe me. They could not comprehend the vivid auras I see in people. Everywhere I go everyone I come across, I bare witness to a spectrum of glorious light unique to the individual. The angels appearing in their faces when they laugh, tell the truth. To the demons in their expression when they act on negativity. Even the lies they try to hide, I can see.
            My parents sent me to a therapist to try to make sense of my erratic imagination. They figured maybe a therapist would understand me since that is what their profession is all about. Instead, I was put on medication. Pills only numbed my thoughts but not my sight. I got sedated, silenced, just to give my parents a peace of mind. To let them know their only child is not crazy. My parents found comfort knowing the medication was turning me normal. To me, I was becoming a mindless zombie.
            Eventually I learned to keep my visions to myself. I was better off keeping quiet of all the wonderful things I see than to be kept as a zombie. All the miraculous spectrum of light emitting from people. The beautiful creatures and gruesome monsters I see in them, I kept it all to myself. No one would or could believe me. We see only what we want to see, I suppose. A heavy realization I carry everyday.
            “You don’t say much do you,” I was asked. Out of nowhere someone approached me from behind, “Neat drawing.” He sat beside me, a beam of light followed. Specks of gold fell like dust as he leaned towards me. “Who is she?” He asked. I closed my sketch pad and turned to him. He must be new, maybe transferred from another school. I did my best not to stare for too long but his aura called to me. “I get it,” he went on, “She’s cute. Hey, is that her over there?” He pointed to a young girl from across the gym, crowded by her friends. “I see why you drew her as an angel.” I stood to walk away.
            “Don’t leave.” His aura changed, “Listen, I’m new here and I saw you by yourself.” I looked away but his aura drew me back to him. His face glowed almost angelic. I could tell he was being sincere. “Just thought maybe we could be friends. I don’t know.” He noticed me staring at him. “I’m Roman.” I could have left him there and go back to being invisible. His aura, his essence, prevented me from that. “You trying to read my mind or something?” I looked away as I sat down.
            “Zeke.” I hid myself back to my sketch pad.
            “He speaks!” Roman teased. I stenciled a new art strip, ignoring his taunts. “You do anime too or you stick to portraits?” He leaned closer to peek at my new design. He took my sketch pad and went through all my drawings. “Hey man, these are amazing.” He beamed at every page. “You have an act for this, wow.” He held my sketch pad afar as he marveled at a landscape I made months ago. Roman took the time to really appreciate every detail. “Is this how you see the world?” He stopped at a drawing I made when I was at the park. He awed at the color scheme emitting from the person.
            “Yeah,” I answered truthfully.
            “That’s incredible, honestly.” Warm shades of red and pink fell from Roman’s body like dust. His facial expression turned heavenly again. He was being truthful, I could see that. “Can’t imagine how others would understand that kind of sight.” He turned to me, “I suppose every artist sees the world in their own way, huh.” He trailed back to my sketch pad, “I mean look at this,” he turned the page, “The way you use colors coming out of people. Its almost as if you can see their aura or something.” He was right but would he believe me if I told him that?
            The school rang in echoes as the clock struck four. Everyone spread into the hallways. “Meet me at the parking lot after school yeah.” Roman added as I made my way down the bleachers. He remained seated while everyone rummaged around. “See you around Zeke.” I turned to ask him something but he was gone. I was too in my head to even question where he had disappeared to. I joined the crowd and made my way to another classroom.
            To be in a room full of people is not for me. The teacher spoke but my mind trailed off, too distracted by the energy in the room. I may not be able to read minds but emotions were hard to ignore. My classmates bright mesmerizing colors told me everything their minds did not. To know what they are thinking is one thing, but to see it in their eyes is another. One reason as to why I avoid eye contact. I get too distracted by what I see in them that I completely muffle out what they are saying.
            By the time the bell rang I waited for everyone to leave the room to make my exit. I took my things and made my way to my locker. Though I try, its hard for me to avoid big crowds; they emit too bright of a light for me to see. At times, I bump into things because large crowds blind me from seeing where I am going. I could wear shades but I would only get teased for using them indoors. I tend to walk close to the walls, its safer that way.
            Once school ended, I thought about my new friend Roman. Odd I haven’t seen him around, I thought as I made my way to my locker. He said to meet him at the parking lot but did not say where specifically. I told myself I would just head home instead. I’ll just tell him that I waited for him at the parking lot and he never showed up, I justified my reason for not going. I stuffed my backpack with books, took my sketch pad and closed my locker. The halls were easier to navigate once everyone had gone outside.
            “Weird he’d get transferred to a new school so late into the semester,” I spoke out loud. My thoughts led me to the parking lot as I emerged out of the school. The sunlight dimmed everyone’s aura, making it easy for me to see better. The sunlight helped me not get too distracted by their ever changing colors. I’m not sure why I stood by the parking lot, waiting. I suppose part of me wanted to experience what having a friend is about.
            I wanted to leave, to catch the bus, but I stayed. I watched as the bus departed one by one. Each trailing off in different directions. Guess I’m walking, I told myself. I took my phone and informed my mother I might be home late before deciding to wait a bit longer. Not soon after, Roman appeared from behind a parked car. “You showed!” He beamed as he hugged me then placed his hand around my shoulder, restricting me from making an escape. “It’s good to see you again. How was your day? You learned anything?”
            Odd he would ask me that. “There’s this abandoned cabin near the lake that has this cool view from the second floor. Thought you might get some inspiration or something. You game?” I could have said no but with his hand around me I had no choice. I suppose I was more relieved he showed up than to have gone home. I never was invited to most places as I normally keep to myself. For once, I was wanted somewhere by someone who notices me.
            On our way to the lake, Roman spoke most of the time. I occasionally added to the conversation but mostly kept my replies short and to the point. He, on the other hand, had many things to say and elaborated every detail. I began to paint a picture in my head of who Roman could be. His family travels a lot, I noticed by the many adventures he has had over the past year. He mentioned his father being in the military and his mother working as a doctor. For a teenager, Roman has had a colorful life.
            “Anyway,” Roman went on, “My dad got stationed here and my mom stayed in Washington. For now of course. I just hope that this year, we spend Christmas together as a family you know. Instead of just wishing my mom a happy new year through the screen. I don’t mind spending the holidays with my dad, don’t get me wrong. He tends to keep to himself too.” He nudged me with his elbow a bit too hard as I nearly stumbled into some bushes. We entered a trail leading to the lake. I have known about the abandoned cabin, I just never had a reason to visit the place.
            Once we arrived, we made our way inside. “For an abandoned cabin, time has been good to this house.” Roman noted. We entered what once was a living room then made our way upstairs. “Look,” Roman pointed to the graffiti on the walls, “You should add to that. Looks unfinished.” We entered the master bedroom then made our way to the balcony. Roman took a few piles of logs laying on the ground and turned them into stools for us to sit. “See, I told you the view was great.”
            We sat staring out into the lake not saying a word. Birds sang in the distance. Wind rattled the leaves from the trees and rippled the waters in the lake. Nature cradled a peaceful afternoon. I took my sketch pad and began to draw. Roman smiled the entire time, almost as if he had accomplished a life long dream. I drew him from my perspective. His young complexion, tan skin and bright hopeful eyes. He sat in front of me while I sat facing the lake. Every now and then I would glance at him to make sure I get every detail right.
            I took out my color pencils and began to interpret the colors radiating from his body onto my drawing. If he could only see the magnitude of his aura beaming out of him like sunshine. I did my best not to stare at him for too long but with him in front of me that was nearly impossible. He would smirk every now and then. He knew I was looking but he did not mind. “You were suppose to draw the lake not me.” Roman caught me staring. “Let me see.”
            I was going to show him the drawing anyways. “You really have a way of depicting peoples aura.” Roman gazed at the drawing. “It’s almost as if you can see it.” I said nothing. I wanted to but would he believe me? Would he judge me for it? Would he think of me as some crazy nerd? We kept quiet for a moment. “Must be nice to have that kind of gift.” I turned to him. I wanted to reveal that side of me but I hesitated. No one has ever shown that kind of interest in me before.
            “You know,” Roman continued, “I had a friend who had a similar gift like yours.” His face glowed gold, his features turned angelic. He was confessing the truth that confused me. “He was able to see people’s aura. Read people’s emotion in their eyes. He wasn’t as quiet though, very outspoken actually. It was kind of annoying. He once told me he could see angels and demons in people. Depending on their actions.” Chills ran down my spine. It’s almost as if he knew me. As if he knew exactly what I wanted to confess. “He drew too.”
            “What happened to him?” I asked. “You’re friend, that is. You speak of him in past tense.” I did not know if I was in the right to ask him such a personal question but to know that there might be others like me intrigued me. I needed to know.
            “He’s not from this universe.” Roman answered.
            “What do you mean not from this universe?” I asked.
            “You wouldn’t understand even if I told you.” Roman replied.
            “I think out of all the people you are ever going to meet in this town, I am the only one who would understand.” I added. “The truth of the matter is, I too am able to see all kinds of things. Just like your friend, I too can see people’s aura. I get nearly blinded by their light its hard for me to just walk in the hallways without bumping into things.” I finally confessed. “I tend to not look people in the eye because all I see is their true intentions that I get distracted by what they are telling me. And it’s not just that. I can feel what they are feeling and its exhausting.”
            We stayed silent for a moment, letting everything settle. “I know when people are lying. I see them become angels when they tell the truth. Worst of all, I see them become demons when they act on hate. You would be surprise as to how very little good people there are.” I dropped my head and hunched, almost as if a huge weight has been lifted off my shoulders. “The last time I said any of this to someone, my parents sent me to a psychiatrist. They thought I was crazy. My therapist put me on all these pills that were turning me into this numb of a shell.”
            “You eventually kept your gift to yourself.” Roman spoke, finishing my sentence.
            “How would you know,” I asked. “Are you...”
            Before I could say anything else, Roman interjected. “Zeke, you aren’t the only one with gifts.” He called them gifts, I see them more of a hassle. “Back where I’m from, I knew this one person who shared a very similar talent like you. To be frank, he looked exactly like you.” I jerked my head backwards, confused as ever. I stood up, mad and dumbfounded. I see what he was doing, he was making fun of me. Coming up with nonsense to tease me.
            “Wait, let me explain.” Roman stood to block me from leaving. “Please, let me explain.” I saw the sincere in his eyes. I sat back on the stool. Roman sat closer to me. “I am not from this world. I too have a gift just like you only mine is different. You see, my kind of gift has taken me to many places. I have come to know many worlds in many dimensions.” His aura turned gold and his face angelic. He was being honest, he was telling the truth.
            “In my travels,” Roman continued, “I have come to find that there is a title for every gift few are born with. You, for example, are known as a Seer; one who sees into peoples souls. You are a human lie detector. You see color within people. You know their true nature. I, on the other hand, am a Walker. I can travel to different dimensions, different worlds at any time. Think of it as a time traveler. The thing is, I can’t be in the same place at once. So, if I am here, that means the version of me in your universe must have gone elsewhere.” He paused, “That or I’m dead.”
            “You mean,” I tried to make sense of his nonsense, “The version of you in this world, my world, either traveled to another dimension or is dead which gives you access to enter this world.” Roman nodded. “And you knew me in your world?” Roman nodded again in reply. “Okay. I guess I understand. I mean, everything you have said about this gift I possess is true and yes I can tell whether or not you are lying. And thus far, you have not. So then why did you come here?” I paused for a moment. “What happened to me in your world that you keep referring to me in past tense.”
            “Zeke.” Roman’s tone changed, along with his aura. “There are others like us, with far dangerous gifts.” He looked away as to remember some trauma he wanted to forget. “In my world, you were killed by someone who is hunting people like you and me. I’ve met this person from time to time and every time we meet she gets different. In my world, I met her as a woman but in other worlds I’ve met her as a man. One thing that is constant about her is her gift. She is a Taker. With every kill she makes, she takes your essence; your ability.”
            “Is she who killed me in your world?” I feared to ask.
            “No.” Roman answered. “But one of her followers killed you to get to me.” Roman closed his eyes as he looked away from me. His aura turned blue and pale but his face remained angelic. Not once did he tell a lie. “You saved me from their grip.” He held my hand, “I was coming back for you but they killed you. I was going to take you with me but I was too late. I’m so sorry.” Tears rolled down his cheeks as he poured his confession to me. He was talking to the version of me he knew in his world. I then knew why he was so intrigued by me. Roman held his face and cried.
            “I don’t blame you.” Is all I could say to comfort him. I could feel his hurt tugging at my heartstrings. My eyes swelled with tears as we shared the pain he carried. I reached for him to let him know my death was not his fault. “But who is this Taker and how did she find you in the first place?” I did not want to be rude but I needed to know who was responsible for my death. I needed to know what kind of danger is in store for us, for me.
            “We need to get out of here.” Roman said as he wiped the tears from his face. “She has a group of trackers, hunters. There is no stopping her.” Roman was now worried and fearful. “I have been running from her for a very long time. No matter where I go, she always manages to find me. This may all be new to you but you must understand that we are both in danger. She wont stop until she kills us or we kill her. I wish there was another way out of this hell. Trust me, I’ve been roaming for ages looking for a way out but running is our best bet.” He stood and looked around as to see if she is near.
            “It buys us time at the very least.” Roman finished. I turned to my backpack and remembered of all the things I have to do before dinner. Suddenly, none of it matters anymore. I have found someone who knows me, someone who understands me. I stood beside him ready for whatever may come. “There’s somewhere I want to take you.” He took my hand and in a blink of an eye we were gone. We disappeared into a new world, traveled in time from one dimension to another.