The TV was now, only static fuzz; bleak remnants of what cable once was. And just an hour ago, if you could tune in, any channel you found, would've said the same thing. The end had begun as the world grew tired and the sky began falling, so it was required that you stay inside, to avoid the debris, of the falling stars, falling so aimlessly.
But if you were so, ever so daring, the sky granted ten minutes, ten minutes withstanding. Of the debris and the heat and the skies retreat, from the atmosphere that once covered, a planet now bleak.
And so A.J. he sat, as close to the window so bright, alone in his apartment, for the last night. An hour ago, he only had ten but as each second passed his time, it grew lapsed. And there is a door, he has seen in his dreams, that would take him away from the world he was seeing.
17th and PropelGate were the coordinates of the portal gate our hero would need to take in order to survive. And the window was bright, as the sun drew near and with this plight our hero's heart palleted fear. The sounds from outside, those horribly, ghastly sky cries, were drowned in the static, of the television that died.
And for this, our hero didn't mind, and just in case, he never made it out alive, and someone, somehow were able to survive, so his life wouldn't go in vain, in his journal he scribed with blood from his vein--
(June, 21st, The First Day of Summer
What a fitting day for the world to end. And what a time to not be able to find a pen.
It's a debilitating way to perceive all of this, but I know this day was made aware to me many years ago. On the night I saw the sky open and the star fall from out from the sky's wound. And ever since that evening I've been waiting, preparing for the noise that would come to follow such a descent.
It's also fitting that once I'm finally able to love and trust another person, it all gets cut short. I so badly wish she were here with me at at this moment, and we could witness the world crash together, but it is not meant for me in this reality.
I have been given an opportunity no other person dying right now, or maybe ever has had and I have to utilize it. I probably don't have much time, after writing this, but the streets are empty. That will help so much. Everything going right will help me so much.
I hope that door takes me where it did in my dream. I hope I'll be okay with myself on the other side. Both me, and myself.
I must end this, I'm running out of time and blood. And with loss of blood will come loss of energy, but I'll be replenished, over there.
Here's to the apocalypse, and finding her, all over again.
Hopefully I can write more later"
