validus

Often I find myself expecting something to happen. Something to occur. Usually, it is not a good thing, but a grand thing on a large scale that would render this world useless. Late at night when all is quiet, I often anticipate a deafening crack to be heard in the distance and a brilliant blinding light flashing, rendering this life meaningless. I always hear this crack in my subconscious mind. I awake from my slumber more frequently now with the world under chaos. Death is the bittersweet end to life, but the chaos is what people should fear. The horror. The terror. We are our own demise. Plagues. Chemical and biological warfare. Homo-sapiens being rendered a vial creature by our own standards. I'm always here, waiting in the silence. Expecting. Longing for that blast to occur. Soon I fear we will all experience pure chaos, which we have no escape.