Sent out in three aimless directions.
Dear Various Factions of “Them,”
When the river flowed past my door I knew it would only be seconds before I would have to leave. I didn’t have to follow the Shaman’s advice nor did I have to follow him, but I knew, if only to be closer to vague opinions and mumbled speeches bigger than myself, I should.
I built this bridge across, but I took a boat instead. I found my true love, but I pushed her over the side. I only did this to test her swimming ability. She’ll need it to survive the path we’re heading on. Most of the days will be spent in, on or near the water. All I have left is this supposed picture of the Dajjal.
This morning at dawn after a long night of travel I stared at this great expanse of nothing else. This was mainly for experience and to train my eyes to have greater clarity & vision. I feel like one afternoon I’ll awake and realize that seeing is cool and all, but hearing is where it’s really at and one day we’ll hear it all together.
Yours Forever,
me
3 Comments
Elliott,
I love the new layout and everything about this post is my favourite.
Phone home.
I won’t let you die. You’ll trick them and arise Christlike to ride bikes.
With Lazarus in a hoodie or in the basket.
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