Life is boring for me as for I am still a kid. I have to obey and not order, I am not free and nothing takes my interest anymore. I live everyday hoping I will grow up soon for then I am freed from my shackles that holds me back. But then I realize I still have years to be freed. I cannot imagine how I will live those years nor can I imagine how my life will be after. I wish to give up but I fear suicide, I am afraid not because I fear death but because I fear what comes after.

I was forgotten but now I am remembered once again.

I've seen things you people wouldn't believe. Attack ships on fire off the shoulder of Orion. I watched c-beams glitter in the dark near the Tanhauser Gate. All those moments will be lost in time, like tears in rain. Time to die. When King Lear dies in act five, do you know what Shakespeare has written? He has written, 'He dies.' No more. No fanfare, no metaphor, no brilliant final words. The culmination of the most influential piece of dramatic literature is, 'He dies.' Now I am not asking you to be happy at my leaving but all I ask you to do is to turn the page and let the next story begin.

The greatest trick the Devil ever pulled was convincing the world that he didn't exist... And like that he's gone.

White snow blankets the land as I travel alone through heaven and earth. Alone without any attachments, my solitary shadow travels freely.

Da** I'm invisible.