June 5th, Year of the Corpse

It isn’t that I do not believe in God, though at times this is true, it is that I refuse to pledge an allegiance to Him. My eyes are strained from looking for miracles, that are soon found to be nothing but mere coincidences. So then, He does not interfere. So then, it is as good as if He does not exist.

Survival mechanisms aren’t always impressive displays of courage. They are not always aggressive strikes, that lead to obvious victories. My character has been defined by an awkward fragility. This was intelligently designed. What I need to travel safely, I will acquire at any cost. Protect your borders, as I will protect my own.

The mother and daughter were one, then they were separate. Then, they were enemies. The father and daughter were two, and always separate. Then, they were enemies.

There is no voice but my own. Nothing stains like time ,and the memories I could not make sense out of. They are threads that hang, and entangle any who would attempt to enter. And I stay at the center.

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June 5th, Year of the Corpse

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