Mageara2

Today was bitterly cold and I thought of someone. There's a man who looks like Jack Frost and he's gorgeous. He has completely taken my breath away. I one day hope to find out his name but until then, I will call him Frost.

That there would be an endless Summer and a bitter Winter. That popularity would no longer matter once the new regime was in place. That magic would once again rule over the earth, eliminating those who are corrupt. A perfect world left after pure disaster and the four horseman. Death, War, Famine, and Pestilence know no bounds. They will ravage the earth until there is silence. A silence so deafening that those who will hear it bleed. This is what the world will ultimately amount to. Sin breeds sin and corrupts the world. This is what the prophet has said.

Time. It's tick, tick, ticking away. And the more time that passes, the more scared I become. I have a feeling of impending doom. I cannot shake the feeling that there is a war coming. My colleague and I have been preparing to go home, but have not made all of the arrangements, so we are stuck. I wish it wasn't so hard to leave. I have met so many wonderful people and I hate to have to say goodbye. There are loved ones that I have to say goodbye to as well. Where we are from there is little communication with outside cities.