he’d sit and talk to himself for hours…just conversing in an empty room…talkin’ ’bout how he was tired of life…wantin’ to move onto the next round…heaven…reincarnation…paradise…what have you…just tired of this life on earth…
wasn’t a Christian or a Buddhist…followed no faith…was always amazed by those who did…blind belief…didn’t see how it fit into life…not his life anyway…
but he thought there was somethin’ on the other side…not sure what…maybe better…maybe not…maybe nothin’ at all…maybe just all eternity in a box…or a vase…talkin’ to himself…
spent a whole life just talkin’ to himself…couldn’t find any one else to talk to…
