I got the the end of the path. A door stood. It just stood. Not held up by anything. I knocked. The door opened. Not knowing where my voice came from, and that I was using it:
"Well, Life, it was nice to meet you."
"It was nice to have you here"
"Thanks. Thats all I can say."
"You don't need to say anything, it was my pleasure. Will I see you again?"
"I hope so, but you never know. I think you only get one Life though..."
"Really? Well, I can always be your life, you can just call on me..."
"I think you have to call on me. I am the dependent, and you the independent variable. You give life to those you want, and take it away from those you don't."
"Is that really how this works?"
"I think so..."
"I'll have to look into that."
"Please do, and when you find out, let me know. Call on me. Give me life for another moment."
"I'll try to remember. But I can't promise anything. Here's you'r stuff back. Your death."
"Thanks....you can keep it, I'd rather have life."
"My pleasure, but I can't do that. I need to give it back. But know that you'll be missed."
"I understand. Till you breath into my lungs again." I said with a smile. Life smiled back. Closed the do.......
