❝ιт doeѕ noт мaттer нow ѕlow yoυ go aѕ long aѕ yoυ do noт ѕтop.❞
--Wisdom of Confuscious
Stars burn, that is true. Unfortunately, I am not a star. This is not my rebirth. This is my death. I am a black hole and I am tearing myself apart. Silently. The whole rest of the universe won't notice a thing as I blend in with the rest of the sky slowly dissolving into blessed darkness. I can only hope that before I bring about my own nothingness that maybe someone gets close enough to care.
(If only because they fear me dragging them down with me.)
Things just happen in Russia in a unique way that I’m not sure can ever be explained. Like how a fucking meteor landed in the middle of the Russian wilderness and resulted in the equivalent of a nuclear bomb going off but no one really even noticed.
