Amazing how a simple song could reveal the very essence of a human heart. Those simple yet somehow complex feelings that are varying from person to person with the truth that we can not speak but someone who we have never got to know on a face to face level can sing out our innermost thoughts. 

   Down below, flooding the streets with light and noise ran various modes of transportation. Cars, vans, motorcycles, the works. Hell, I could even see the post office worker struggling to open those large blue mail boxes. But none of it mattered. These people were just repeating their daily rituals of going no where in life. For them, every day was virtually the same bland thing with nothing special to give their mortal lives any spice. 

   Oh, did I forget to tell you? Yeah, I’m immortal. Not my big idea of fun. Oh calm down. I know talking to you might seem kind of fucked up and maybe it is. Then again, I’m not the one watching a man in spandex contemplate the pros and cons of suicide.

   Huh. Looks like I lost some of you with that. Maybe I should label this with a trigger warning later or something. Back to me in this world though that you are observing with me. By the way, thanks for the company.

   The people of New York go about their daily rat races. Everyone is looking out for number one. Sadly, it’s themselves, not me. Oh well. If these people had any idea of who I was and what I have done with my life, they would be encouraging me to jump right now. As sweet as their chanting would be, it would still all just go in vain. My broken bones would mend. My brain would regenerate. New blood would take place of that lost. A painful gift this curse had turned out to be.

   It’s almost funny really. I had a dream like this once. Me, standing on the edge of a tower like this. The building itself somehow disappearing as the wind blew over my plummeting body. The ground rushing to greet me with his cold concrete embrace. But as always, I would wake up before it could end. Not even my dreams would give me the fate I crave.

   Huh? Oh, pardon me for a moment. My phone is going off. 

   

It’s my Birthday. No one has said anything to me today. Guess they all forgot. – PP.

 

   Just give me a minute and I promise we can get back to my angst. 

   

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, PETE! DON’T FORGET TO LEAVE YOUR WINDOW UNLOCKED TONIGHT. I HAVE A SURPRISE FOR YOU. -DP
   

And send. Alright. Where was I? …No seriously. You are going to have to remind me. I’m waiting. …Thank you. At least one of you has lost their sanity enough to actually talk out loud so I can hear you! Geesh! Was it really so hard for the rest of you?

   Death is the one thing I have selfishly wanted ever since it was stripped from me. A bit twisted I’ll admit but when you look like me or have done the things I did then you too would have an infatuation with the sashaying mistress.

   

I won’t forget. Wish you were here though. Scratch that. I wish I was there with you. – PP

   Damn it, Peter. No you don’t. You would be upset if you knew what I had been thinking. Yet, I wish you were here with me too. Did he have any idea how toxic our relationship is? He could do so much better and should but as always, your’s truly is one selfish bastard. 

   

SO. WHAT ARE YOU WEARING? – DP

   The reason why I had stopped jumping off buildings though has changed over the years. At first it was because I knew it would only bring me pain and not death. Then it become that the thrill of even getting that close to death vibe had become nothing more then a distant memory. Now the reason was something completely different. 

   

T-shirt and jeans. Why? – PP

   

NOTHING ELSE? RISKY. I LIKE IT! – DP

   For once I had felt something positive. I had found the warm glow of love. Yes, it was completely cheesy and delicious like chimichangas but with more love to give in return. I had found my one and only reason to live. Well, despite that whole being unkillable thing. 

   

You are such a pervert! – PP 

   Heh, heh… Oh if only he knew. Something dark crept from the far ally in the shadows. Oh boy, time for action. It seems that my inner head rants would have to wait a bit since I am pretty sure that this is the guy I had been tasked with to snuff out. Sure I was a day or two behind but whatever. Being a mercenary is hard work!

   

GOT TO GO, BABE. MY SHOW IS ON. – DP

 

    Well, it wasn’t really a lie if I was the show. Still. I have to take care of this. If you want to drop by and read my thoughts again, then just wait for me at Peter Parker’s place. I have a birthday cake stuffed with cheeseburgers waiting for him and I guarantee he won’t see that one coming. Deadpool, out~