Forest

May 1 - Krasnoyarsk, Russia
Journal Entry 14 - "Forest"


There is not much time left. Everyday i am reborn, forced to make a new oath to my surroundings. I will not move without purpose, or act without faith. I know that people can fly. I know that pure intentions hold as much magic as a unicorn.


You are born today
to set sail the prairie.

It is our birthday
you are there because you are around
it will be the best day of our lives,
it will be the end of it all.

There will be fire,
There will be tears.

We will be scared,
But we will be together.
We will not be prepared,
But we will have faith.

We will be the ones with our hands raised to the sky.

It will be the end of the world,
It will be the beginning of it all.

Don't let ignorance help you ignore your circumstance.
Don't be stubborn.

What is sober judgement?
What is unbelief?
What is undying faith?
What's a prophecy?
What has been done?
What have we done to ourselves?

We were born today to set sail the prarie.

It will be the end of the world,
It will be the birth of it all.


My time is closing. My watch has worn thin. My mind is filled. In dreams i will wait. I will wait patiently to be carried away, back to sea. I will wait patiently for a new state of mind. I will be humble, and dream of horses galloping upon the sea.


THE END