They left me in the realm of the living and at first it bother me. But eventually I was glad. I didn't mind obeying the laws of physics. I didn't mind gravity and inertia and speed and things I knew existed. In my life, I was Physics.

He was Philosophy.

Together we used to be Chemistry.

He left for the world of Art and Dance, the world of Literature and Phys Ed.

But sometimes Literature sucks and it's Fucked up and deserves to be burned.

That wasn't a very nice thing to say.

But one Class doesn't make a school day, so Physics is allowed to give a fist enough energy and speed to let gravity take Philosophy down.

More to come!