I don't expect anyone to understand.
The room had shook, and time had stuttered, and what was is no longer so. Life had not stopped, or continued as was, but ceased to be as a whole.
Now if life can't exist, or exist all the same, then what is life left to be? If life is to live, and exist is to be, then life is no matter to me.
Rather then live, I will truely exist, for all to sense what I am. My name is no longer, but I still may be called, and you can call me a man.
10:14 a.m. - 2003-10-21
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