You can feel it can’t you. The voice of your death echoes in your mind. It bounces from wall to wall,

The Purpose of giving you free will was for the day to be yours. Yes things have changed and like always

Your life is your own, yes your life was also given to you. You do not exist without first the grace

“Contemplation of a future that may or may not happen is a waste of time and energy. Best it be used

You returned back to camp back at a place you’ve been before. This time you are joined by the company of

This is meant to be my time to talk, and I know I said what I said about wanting you to

I was the one who asked you to write in this every day, now only a few days into this it

You say you want this life you dream of, well you have to fight for it. You can think of it

I get it now, I get the joke. No matter what option you decide, no matter if it’s heads or tails,

Lost he feels at every turn of life. A sense of hopelessness sneaks its way into his mind when others depend