The world spins quickly, throwing me into orbit.

I'm in a space of my own now, in space.

Not on this planet anymore, because really; who wants me here?

I can act surprised all I want, but what was I expecting?

Wait, "Not on this planet anymore," Implying that I still am.

"Who wants me here?" implying that I'm still where I was.

I don't know why I still say things like that,

when I was never on this planet to begin with.

(***that planet)

There it is, laid out in front of them.

Not all the pieces, of course, but most of them.

I don't know if I just helped, or destroyed the whole thing,

but the puzzle will always think itself puzzling because it's puzzled. 

Even if every piece seems to slide into place so perfectly.

Even if each and every mystery is solved, and everything is at last revealed,

it's in a puzzles nature to remain puzzling.

The puzzle might look solved, but there are still pieces missing.

Pieces I keep locked away so that no one can see them.

You might think it's complete, but if you were to open the vault

then you'd see just how few pieces you really had.

Probably.

The vapors fill the air,

a disgusting thing.

Here I sit, looking at the thing that I loathe most.

It leaves for a second, but I know that it's just temporary.

They'll be back. 

They're everything I hate though.

God damn roommate.

Blue skies,

and the light lies.

That deceptive sun shines so brightly, so high in the sky. 

The light that if we were closer to, would burn us to bits.

The light that if we were father from, wouldn't keep us warm.

But is it a blessing or a curse that it provides life to the world?

It whispers sweetly into my mind. Warmly. Comfortingly.

I want it to hug me, to reassure me that everything is okay.

And it is… right?

I shake it off, of course it isn't.

The sun lied to me with its beauty.

Not sure what to do, proceeding down this path,

Do I fight the dragon, summon his wrath?

Do I sit in my castle, and just relax?

But how can I, with his constant attacks…?

It's been said that a dragons hoard, 

is worth the risk, for the reward.

But can I leave these castle walls?

Suddenly, I hear the calls,

The townsfolk all look displeased, 

their happiness has all been seized. 

The dragon has returned, unhappy,

"Bring me treasure, and make it snappy."

I oblige the dragon, fearing torment,

give him my gold to 'Pay the rent' 

That's my price for living here,

sometimes I want to disappear. 

Hand hovering above the holster.
Waiting for the slightest twitch, any indication.
A bullet rings out, catching him in the side of the ear.
Wasn't fair, but what can you do.
Better him then me.