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Sunday, January 4, 2004


The Journey - ill fated: Day 19
Neotetrasfin. The cold landscape, the snow, the high mountains looming just over the horizon. This place is called Neotetrasfin. It feels dead, as if life used to run through the ground, an electric current pulsing all day long, but it has now been sucked away. The current is gone, the life is wasted. That's what it is, a wasteland.

I've been allowed to sit on my own this day, and I tried nothing to escape. So, here's to my hope that I will no longer be imprisoned, just guarded. I think that they tire of losing men to my nightmare explosions. Oh well, I will do it on purpose from now on.

I wished to the stars. I . . . I prayed for saving, for a savior.
There are times that I believe in balance, for every good day there will be a not-so-good day, for every tear, a smile. But . . . then I think, I didn't have that many great days before this. Why do I deserve the nightmarish life I'm living? I can't understand.

I've never been a very hopeful person. I just lived from day to day because that was life. Life was normal. Now, everything is changed, and it isn't anything like a storybook. It isn't anything like I could imagine, or would want to.
Now I know, more than ever in my life, the meaning of the word
Hope.

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