The Gatherer Of Hooves

Blindly, I crossed my paths of my past, but the fact that my past is still out there is shocking me. I have to wonder if those rotten ambitions are still my master. Is this another bait for me to go in or another little gift from my eternal little rotten ambitions? My thoughts are still on the side of being what I truly wanted to do. I'm still calm in the inside, but if I don't find any answers these ambitions of the past will go to me and then supressions will go back into my behaviours.

“I would rather be a little nobody, then to be a evil somebody.” -Abraham Lincoln

Will the sun comeback? Or the moon comeback? With evil in hand and my brain full of goodness, what could I become? Is reality hiding my real truth that is about my past? I wish my last words are against my act of worshipping these rotten ambitions. Will I become my true dreams?

“Now I am become Death, the destroyer of worlds.” -J. Robert Oppenheimer