I had a dream the other night where everything around me began to rot, including myself. A whisper in my ear told me that love was around the corner. Vein riddled translucent skin clouded my vision. A voice from behind me said," Come, you are welcome." Turning towards a grotesque face, blessed by sacrifice and judgment, I realized everything was less significant than rot. The marker, mutilated with a forgotten name, rested on the blackened surface of the earth. Imbedded deep into a world that never wanted it. Selfishness is a funny little temptress.