What's Your Name?

The End

IT WAS HER. SHE HID HER PRESENCE SOMEHOW.

TSITRA WAS MOTHER.

How could I be so blind, but that is not the worst part. We walked around the spot where the feeling was strong and then out of the blue Tsitra says "Begone, child!" and stabbed me with a dagger in the back.

She then took away the powers she gave me, everything.

I just lay here, with my back sliced waiting until I eventually die. I guess in a way the betrayal from mother hurts me more than the actual wound.

I guess my last moments alive give me time to think.

Think about how mother could betray me so.

Oh GOD

OH GOD
OH GOD

OH GOD
OH GOD

OH GOD
OH GOD

Begging

She is here.
I'm almost throwing up from the feeling of her presence.

She has to be here.

WHERE IS SHE?

WHERE ARE YOU MOTHER?

SHOW YOURSELF.

PLEASE I BEG OF YOU.

For mother

She's on the beach somewhere, but this is a long beach so it might take a while. I'm getting weak, those vibrations I talked about are stronger than ever now.

I don't think how much I can take of this.

But we gotta keep walking.

For mother.

Tsitra and I

Tsitra and I are close to finding mother.

We can feel it, her presence tingles in our bodies like soft vibrations, moving every vein in our body telling us that we must find her.

It is a mixture of heaven and hell.

Tsitra has been a bit feverish lately. I guess that means we are VERY close. To whoever may be reading this, wish us luck.

Indescribable

Both me & Tsitra were hungry. So we went and got some food. Actually, we sort of literally got it. When you are constantly wandering and searching for someone it becomes hard to have a steady income.

We stole some fruit and other goods from a farmer's market. It was rather easy considering that we killed the bastard.

Money?

Money is not necessary in this world. It's something people that never gathered the world around them in the way we do try to push on themselves, because they lack motivation or goals otherwise.

Pathetic.

I have nothing but sympathy for humans. They have not been graced with mother's presence.

I have felt her touch, had her hold me in her arms. Ravished me with her love.

The feeling...

It's indescribable.

Tsitra says that she once got a kiss on the cheek from mother.

I envy her, I can't even begin to imagine how wonderful that must've been. To be graced by mother's soft lips.

We're heading for the beach today. Tsitra had a feeling that she was there.

Tsitra, Tsitra

I met a sibling today. She was looking for mother in an abandoned power plant. Her name's Tsitra. After talking for a bit, I concluded that she seemed like a person I could travel with and trust.

Tsitra says that she had heard all kinds of wonderful stories about mother.

She says that she once had a mother before mother, but said that she was not important. Her old life and family stopped mattering.

Hits too close to home.
I cried myself to sleep today.

Friday, May 3, 2013