2:19 p.m. - 2007-08-09
Morning star
Circles interlace and create a third, inside the middle. Smaller then the two yet it's the focal point of reality. Pushing in and pushing out, collapsing the other two. Two worlds collide and creat a new moon, floating aimlessly through space. Then comes the morning star swallowing the sphere.

There was two, then three, then none. Now I'm in my mind, in the ground, wondering why. Absolutely no chance of life, all I've got is this star, eating me up inside; and then I burn!