It was during a very early October snow storm when I decided to drop out of the human race.  I kept looking the flakes drop outside my bay window and understood; “I am not significant, nothing that happens in this life is significant.” 

 I wrote a note to anyone who cared that I was leaving.  I did not know where or how I was going to get there—I just knew I could not play the game of existence anymore.  The note emphasized that no one was to blame about this decision…only I was the one who saw no point in fooling the world that I was normal—or wanted to be normal.

 Men like me are false fables.  Stories invented inside our heads to sooth us through another day, week or in my case, an hour.  I hated what I had become, but that was not all there was to it; I hated what everybody had become; a slew of infested rats playing in an electrified cage.

 It made me sick.

 So it was time to leave…leave what?

 Everything that is acted is a figment of life’s imagination. 

 I hope the road is not taken yet…

 Sadly, I never had the guts to do it.