Something tells me I won't live long. The dread grows larger and
larger every second until it will bury me someday , and that would
be the end. It might be months or years before that will happen
though. I have already spent 18 years walking this ground. I feel
that's enough. There's no point living when you can't dream and
there's no point dreaming when you know they will never come true.
At some point , the person must surrender himself and just wait for
the tragedy to strike. I have already surrendered myself. Every
moment drags me closer and closer to the fall. I feel excited for it to
come. It would be a relief. Peace and Rest.