Fuck, it’s here. Maybe we can still run, maybe not.
Oh well, it’s too late now. For some reason I can feel a fear so encompassing and abyssal as the depths of the sea, wait I don’t know what the depths of the sea feels like.
Ok ok, I can tell you this much. Whatever it is, it’s pretty fucking scary. It’s as if I’ve been walking through miles of desert sand and when I finally come to city, there isn’t a single sign of life and all my hope has be turned into despair. A despair so deep that I can hear my heart beating. Until it comes to a point where I drop to my knees to throw out a scream of utter agony.
How about we leave it at I don’t have good about this new year, not yet anyway.
