Thursday, June 2, 2011

Alive.

My name is Ares. If you don't already know me it will be hard to make you understand. I will try my best. I've been here 20 years. They say the silence makes you crazy. It does, but it also makes you a warrior. One who spent more than half of their life with their own thoughts. Observing. No friends. Not even an imaginary one. So what would you call a warrior who spends most of their time alone with a God? A prophet.
Somethings guides me everyday. Somethings protects me from danger. My guardians. Although i cannot see them i feel them. I've always felt i was different. Not even in the cliche way of being misunderstood. Powers i know that if i wasn't the only one with them, then only a selected group of individuals had them too. Yes i believe i have powers. Send me to a shrink and they might say I'm delusional. Ask the people in this life who have known ME and they will tell you I'm far from it. Mental abilites far ahead of my maturity level. So as i feel like a child, these powers make me feel like I've lived a full lifetime and then some. I know I've been here before.

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