Nagging, back of my mind. I'm not psychic, I define the future. Problems forming back of my mind. Afraid of losing, so afraid can't lost you. So afraid, can't hold on to you. Pondering philosophies. I have no soulmate, my soul has been binded to many. Some lost, often found. Intellectual barriers that you and I cannot cross. Blood Rite, cannot sanctify, cannot purify. I cannot draw blood. Canot cut myself, wont let me. Souls lost once again found, think in eclectic patterns, creading a lack of patterns themselves.

You say we thinkg alike, minds work toghether same lines. no lines. There is no logic to my thought. I can analyse all my beliefs and tell you what causes and manifests these beings in my mind. Or I can take the beliefs of every person in the world and justify them without demoralizing or disproving the beliefs of any. Random patterns, often contradicting themselves in my head in my mind. Mind if i sit down, all this thinking makes me wonder. Wonder where are we who meant to be? yes? not. decisions. Mannaz, departure

Love you

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