I thrive on your energy that is created by your thoughts as you read my body. A deal made with the devil. I allowed the devil to cross that which held it in check and in return, I exist feeding off you as any story I choose to create. No mortal boundaries do I know. Even after sharing this with you, you will continue to feed me by reading my words… my body. You won’t ever know which stories are just stories and which are me preying upon you. It is brilliant and delicious! That is my secret… and now you know. And it doesn’t matter to me at all. There now, there is a good victim who’s caught in my web and are left so confused that you don’t know you are my food. And you are tasty.
I like to write things down. What more can be said. The stories speak for themselves, or so I think. Ultimately, I am only a road of thought. It is the vehicles of story that deserve the greatest attention…and the passengers they carry.