Journal 7 (...This sounded better in my head)

Then Edgar began to think about Life. Life, that mysterious spirit which holds an endless amount of surprises living up North. The unsuspected one who lives up all high and mighty like a skyscraper. Who says that Life has limits to it? He stands in his high house that looks over the world. Standing tall and mighty waiting to manipulate those around him and ready to change any course of action. Standing there watching over before there use to be a before and after. He had seen the leaves all scattered across the yard. He was excited and intrigued too. Oh Edgar! He ought not to have to deal with this himself. He send Sally to come play, but Edgar said No. No one could understand something as complex as this. He'll be alright as soon as this passes over. He wasn't going to pass out like he thought he would. He wasn't going to do anything like that at all. Well that was what he thought. Sally told him different, so he knew. If she hadn't, he would soon figure it out, people were going to see all the leaves scattered everything. Those who would never step forward, came through and played around. Laying down and waiting. Seeing that death loomed over their heads, and at any moment it would strike.