  Death stalks about tonight. He pranced in at nightfall and I felt him smile over me in Riverside. I felt him spread out over the city hiding behind the veil we call darkness, and nobody saw him but me. I am not depressed in that way, I do not long for my own end or others- but I know his face, I know his talk and I feel him breathing on me again. Something big is about, something bigger than most times. Something that is a misbalance in the very force of life, allowing death his waltz. I have no words for it, and facing it, find myself much more calm than I could ever imagine myself to be. Maybe it is come for me. Maybe not, but it has come. There is so much I have yet to do, so much I have yet to see, but instead we must dance yet again.
I am well past hate with this mental exhaustion. I know Him too well. I drove his old hunting grounds and he was looking at me, puzzling against me to scramble my thoughts.He does well doesn't he? It has been so still, not just the freeway which has been exploded in workmen's noise all night for a week or two...but the very earth itself is still, waiting for more death to drift towards it and refresh it with bodies to digest.
I hope someone survives this. I wonder if things come to soon because something has been set akimbo somewhere else? I can look and almost see everytime I turn at night. Like some translucent monster with no face but a hulking body Death sits there, ready to twirl away and make me wonder. Ready to make me search the papers for his night journeys. Werewolvian in his pursuits. Hidden during the day and breathing and alive at night. Making the peacefulness wicked..no...clear. Something to fall through on the way to somewhere else. I feel like I need to be in India or some place balanced with beliefs. Someplace spinning madly out of time with this world, where radio is the only contact to keep you alive. I feel so lost. But I feel...Death..closer again at hand. 
