08.03.2000

When the end of the world came, I was not prepared for the change it would bring within me. Around me the universe was collapsing like a blanket...

But part of me did not die...

As the lightning crashed and stars burned their last, an older spirit was reborn through the eternal flames. Scorched feelings and thoughts rain from the sky, filling me with an unholy idea: that my life should forever remain in this space outside of time and happiness. Joy has become an elusive animal that I can only hunt in my darkest nightmares, forever searching, always alone, waiting without hope for my savior...

And yet I lay in waste, no longer the messiah, the chosen one...