It's 4:44 am and I am in an unfamiliar bed. It's been ages since I've seen blood relatives. They have asked me to visit them many times. Many times I have given excuses. Oh sorry, I have work to do. I can't, I have a mountain of homework to sort through. Today I betrayed myself and accepted their hospitality. I made the difficult trip to their abode in my rather old car. I went to work and called it a day at midday. I managed to arrive by 5 pm. After a few knocks and a ding they opened the front door. They welcomed me in as a long lost family member. I imagine to them I was separated from them for far too long. They fed me good home cooked food consisting of pasta and chicken smothered in white mushroom sauce. The dancing flavors sent me back to my childhood so long ago. We talked superficially about life and its progress. They asked me what I did for school and how work was going. I avoided my possible mental instability and chatted about whatever seemed safe at the time. I asked them about the extended family and of any changes amount the younglings. Feels awkward to say that but it's accurate enough I suppose. There have been a few additions and sadly a couple accidents. No one I really knew or spoke to but still morbid stories. A man was hit by a train. He was not in a car that stalled on the tracks. He was killed by a train. He was not tied up and left a damsel in distress. His death was a result of a collision with the train. He was not intoxicated nor otherwise impaired. Somehow he was hit by a train. They didn't mention it but I could only reason the incident to be a suicide. The man was old. Much older than any other in his life. His wife had died 20 years ago. His children had also gone into that sweet sleep. With no fellow travelers of life by his side it makes sense to me. Doesn't mean it's neither sad nor depressing. Double negative there. A good amount of time spent talking passed and now we are here. I mean I am here. I wrapped in countless blankets and sheets so tightly I can seldom move. Alone, in this large bed surrounded by pillows filled with too much stuffing.

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She is my purpose. The very essence of existence. There is no other so involved in my life and there's no need for another. Her body is all that I need. Her mind is all that I desire. With her by my side my life is complete. What is food as it may distract me from her words? What is drink if it be an empty glass filled with falsehood without her? Our enemies are envious for we are one. They desire our death for our separation will result in it. I can no longer live without her and she without me. Unfortunately they have cornered us and there is now only one path we may both take. A pair of star-cross'd lovers take their life.