I am a vulture.
I prey on other people's emotions, and I use them to write my stories.
I go to a funeral and come out with stories of death, and the bittersweet rememberance.
I attend a wedding and emerge with stories of heartbreak and love.
I visit the hospital, and leave with stories of life and death, love and hatred.
I am a vulture.
I feed on other people's emotions because they are easier to understand than my own.