• We cannot hear if we cannot listen.
    We cannot listen if we do not hear.
    We cannot listen if we do not want to hear.

    We cannot listen...

    if we...



    "Earth to Kris! Hello~ Kris! Kris!"

    "HUH?!" I opened my eyes widely and stared up and above me to see a head poke into view. A familiar face...

    "Hey, Kris." His voice was idle and distant, a bit annoyed but anxious about something. I think he was maybe looking forward to something, but I'm probably to dense to notice it.

    "Oh. It's you, Kaz."

    "Kaz? That's what you call me?"

    Nodding, I sit up to remind myself of where we are. The "Sparkling Hill". It's a hill that sits higher than the rest of the land of Florida. It's hot. It's humid. Just like I remember it always being. The sea breeze blows into my face just about 24/7 and the ocean music is soft and soothing. The children laugh like there's no tomorrow each day I'm here in the summer.

    But it was this very day that I...

    That I Died.