I am good for you because you are used to nothing.

Nobody listens to the ghildefish while the storms rage in the sea.

If any one super-conglomerate or government controlled everything, the world would be more predictable.

A cold sterile warzone, cloaked in neverending darkness.

This is the world I currently live, and this is the world my soul is so desperate to leave.

Of course I know that all things die, I just never thought that she would die so soon. So brutally taken from me.

I am tired of not existing.

I want to know everyone, just as I want to know everything, but I'm unsure if I am worth knowing.

My first experiment in obtaining this new knowledge was a complete disaster, but it went better than I expected.

I am probably writing about loneliness, insanity, and death. Three things in this world I am most afraid of.