People come and people go. Its the memories that remain, the little things that didnt mean much when they happen, that haunt you. There was no yesterday and there is no tomorrow. There is only now. There will only be now. Infinity.

Like a fish out of the sea, I am alien to your world. No one understands, No one cares. Just me. Why dont I end this charade. Here I sit, the mountain and me, until only the mountain remains. What revalations do I carry in my head? The world is flat people and the earth is the center of the universe... In a flat sorta way. I am such world. And you are all mere pawns in my game. I am the pawn master. The player of fools. I am empty inside. Hollow. Did you think that I was really the sheep? Look again-- Does a sheep have wiskers? Look closer. And you, the innocent reader-- I have played you too. Your still reading arent you? Fools. Every last one.

And this is how I currently feel that the world views me. Perhaps its just one person, but it feels like the world. I wish I didnt care so much. Why the hell should one persons thoughts towards me effect me so much. Why is my head so crowded with thoughts all the time. SILENCE IS GOLDEN, can anyone spare some gold?

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