Is there such thing as fate? Some predetermined course? A path? Do paths cross and the whims of something greater or mere chance? I do not know. Doubt I'll ever know. Certain people interest me though, for reasons I can't describe. THought process or something else sub-conciously triggered for some purpose. I lack such a thing, I long for such a thing, a goal, a distraction. Something to pour my energy into, something meaningful. The blood that so often slicks my body but a momentary triumph, destruction. Demonstration of power over oblivion. That I can swiften the demise of some. To stop their path. Can one stop mine? Does anyone truly possess the conviction, power and desire to pursue me and end me? I am important to none. No-one regards me with anything other than loathing and fear for my differance and existance. I chose this and am damned for it. But it was my choice I accepted the course and shall follow it. Until I reach a crossroads, someone finally defeating me, someone to give me purpose. Conviction and strength of vision greater than my feeble gaze. Good that none can desern my thoughts. Their opinions of me may change. Know of me, but do not know me...you will not understand.