Agent Diary IV

These days I went to Mrs. Justy.



I talked with her about my life, my acts and my soul.


I had the feeling, I need to know what will happen after it.
The life.
Will we vanish to dust? And leave no print, no footmark?

Mrs Justy told me the free souls will fly away, just like little butterflies,
really beautiful but so fragil.


And only when the soul reaches the spiral, we'll be reborn again to come and look at what we left.


I want to leave a breathtaking picture of myself.
For eternity.




I left Mrs. Justy really early that day.


There were some kids I needed to safe from living a fucked up live.


May your soul reachs the spiral and gets a new chance to change the world to be a better place.