i don't believe in the supernatural yet when i see them, i simply do, the manner in which the scientist can be a religious man too. for the predictable reasons, i was a lonely child and as is typical of lonely children, i spoke to imaginary friends; this explains the lingering habit. but really, it's a harmless thing.
there was this ghost and he talked a little about death, and due to our incredibly prolix manners of speech, i just spoke to this interesting individual for a good half of the schoolday. due to this manner of speaking, actually, i assume i come across as difficult. i spoke to an old friend of mine the last night. although i recognize the fallability of memory and it's candied form: nostalgia, i'm a sentimental individual... and it seems they weren't.
the ghost said to me, "prolix, no, it's moreso you have a discursive manner of speaking."
about my umbrella-- well, it was taken. though i'm sure it'll sprout a pair of legs and come running to me one of these days. or it'll be returned once the mistake is realized by someone.