Whoever, reading this.. meaningless journal entry... it is i. One nothing from 700 000 000 000 someone. From an infinite something. Just some dead rained dog with it's guts out, on the side of the street.
Just some no one from some others.
I'm a tear drop of confusion, a string of dust of some weird delusion.
I am NO one from every someone.
i am your rejection. I am your broken hated dream.
I am no one.
I love. I love you. I love my enemy.
I love my killer. I love my maker.
i tresure my gift of life.
i respect my raisers. I respect my life teacher.
i learn from my failiure.
i learn my lesson.
I will die or i will not. That is not my decision.
i am nothing from all.
But... i try... i cry... i laugh... i smile.
but i am still dead inside.
My other half. Still yet to be found.
She will be There. We will hold hands. Will make me someone, from nothing, to a something. A purpose. A reason.
God. He is what he will want to be. He will allways become what he will want to be. He is THE maker. The father of all existance. He will pull me out of the darkness that sorrounds me. He will make me alive. He will end the suffering. My suffering. Your suffering. Everyone's suffering.
There will be life. Death will be no more.
But now I'm dead.
I will alllllllwwways love you, Uknown character.
I judge. It's a terrible sin.
But i love you
i love you
Please, don't die
I'm a dead body.
I am no one