I swear one of these days I shall disappear from this lifestyle. I will buy an abandoned church and make it my gothic home where I have my spiral staircase with my library and oddities, only to have a secret library behind that which will contain all my collection of rare forbidden feral books. I will drink as much wine at any time of day or night reading and dabbling in witchcraft. I will go on night strolls naked into the woods behind my house and be one with nature, a feral yet free being just as the animals are. I will live as if I am immortal because my soul will last lifetimes. I’ll take from the Earth without poisoning it. I will appear in near towns and villages to cause chaos with my aura and leave like I was never there; except the people who witnessed my existence will remember I was there, but they will never forget me. They will think of how threatening yet alluring I was, because I will be the only highest form of a human being they will ever lay their eyes on in their lifetime.