First Story : well what about now?
I am at that time in my life where everything is about the future. When I finally have a voice but I am not deemed worthy of using it by myself. I do wonder about eveyrthing and anything but I prefer spending my time bonding and socializing in hope to not fade into oblivion.
I am pretty sure that if I were to be left alone, on an isolated island like Crusoe but with a laptop I would write so many things that Shakespear would be ashamed of his greatness. But being aloone is scary, I feel like it would awake a part of my mind where I put all of the mean/bad/vicious/sad/bordeline psychotic things my brain can’t or won’t express. The bible says that demons will run wild during the apocalyspe, not to me. I feel them watching, lurking in the shadows of our minds, waiting for our minds to break an our hearts to fail.
Well what about now? I am 20, ready to take the world by the balls. Preparing for my biggest journey ever. I should be over the world, restless, but instead of that I am doubtful of my own self, doubtful of looking at the shadow, of loosing myself and everything I hold dear.
Well I was suppsosed to write a draft but I really exposed myself. But no worries I hope to read this text in a year or so, by the time I would have maybe made some friends here who knows?