dancing with chaos

I sit wide awake at 3am. I should be sleeping but I can’t. I wrote him a face. I’m scared of dying. I asked him if he’d like to look like a cross between John Constantine and Wolverine. A wholly unremarkable face in the end. I don’t even remember it. He’s out there now. I read a short story like this once. Something…something Dr. Shade I think it was called. Pathi is real now. Right here. In my city. Its becoming easier and easier to think of this as a game. Easier and easier to start playing. I think I’m going crazy now. He’s still sane. Cold, hard, armed with a plan and dancing with chaos.