There are approximately 6,602,224,175 kinds of people that we know of, so far. It kills me.

I felt my thoughts die. Yesterday. Not metaphorically really...literally. I thought of pretty things, things I liked and feelings I allowed myself to feel. I tried to put them on paper. They died. It started with the first word. After the 6th word, they died. All of them. On the paper. Deranged and spilled. All over the paper, with black ink. Dead but they live. I knew them, you see. Wish you could see them. They were pretty and that is why their obituary is on this blog.