Write only if you are going to say in them the things you would never dare confide to anyone.

Life is empty, the sigh of the weak, the roar of the strong, the innocence of the child. My lost in emptiness sees only death. The knowledge of the Gnostic, The disbelief of the Atheist, the denial of the Agnostic, The Nothingness of the Nihilist, The belief of the Theist. I wonder what will I find? What will i see? How will i react? What will i be? Is there something to come from nothing? Is it that nothing cannot come from something? I wonder...