you’re out there somewhere, waiting for the time to let us all know. what is my purpose? i’ve done everything right up to now, yet the feelings are getting stronger. i try not to think about it but the thoughts are becoming more clear. all i need is direction. i’ve run the same scenario through my head a million times, and i always come up with the same conclusion. death. horrible, chaotic death. only a few will remain. the ones that will fight till theres nothing left to fight for. a world left barren and dry. waiting for one to lead them on, will them to survive, give them hope. is that me? is that my purspose? i feel myself getting stronger by the day, mentally and physically, as if i’m being molded into someone else. the hard part is waiting, hoping that everything will be o.k. wishing that everyday i wake-up, whatever is inside me doesn’t need to comeforth. it’s like a giant sits on my chest, the anxiety of not knowing when, but always being ready. i don’t know what’s going to happen, i can’t tell the future, but i have great instincts. something isn’t right, something is coming.

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Author: blinded

May 29th, 2006 at 2:10 pm in Philosophy and Religion

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