Dear Diary

Dear Diary

It is Sunday, January 16th, 2046, and we have received the news of the evident end of

our civilization. In a week's time, this world we call home will be no more, reduced to ash at the hands of nuclear weapons. I foresaw this future we will succumb to. Fear is still riddled upon me, although I also have comfort, I assume knowing of this fate has built a wall of

understanding. Watching the population in the streets, I see chaos, horror, and hope lost.

People whose heart turned to gasoline sparked by the timer set for destruction. As for me

however, I remain as humble as I ever was, and infact, I am more aware of my surroundings.

The knowledge has opened my eyes to what we've had, and what we've become, and this has thrown away all traces of remorse that has burdened me. I shall sit here under this candlelight, reading, as that's always been my desire. Hopefully, the flames that rain from the sky will knock the world back into it's place, humanity is what destroyed this beautiful planet, and we'll exterminate ourselves because of it. My mind at the moment is racing faster than the speed of light, which is why I must stop here, I am sorry. I will be back in our final moments to establish my chronicles. As for now, books are what's on my mind, and I shall read.

Yours Truly

Original Creation - 11/5/2012