4:37 p.m. - 2007-09-04
Nothing
Walking through scorched fields, littered with vipers, aiming their fangs at my ankles. What is there to destroy where nothing exists? Brought to this perdition due to my lack of self-decision. I'm weaker than the wind, floating aimlessly to where ever it may take me, and I suffer for no one, not even for myself. So I dissapear with the dust...