Theres not much to say anymore. Every seer on this sight is starting to really lose it. Even the people who can't see it are starting to turn into proxies. I feel so alone even when I talk to people or in a crowded room. I am truly almost gone.
There is a place outside my window, on the other side of the street there is a lamp post that shows a light more dim than others. I see him there. The visions of my past flood me in the night as I lay to sleep. No ones there but everyone. He is the least of my problems now, I do not fear of him any longer but rage at his presence.
Perhaps we have all already gone insane and merely do not know it. To have all come to a place only to confide in each others being, telling each other that we really are there when we don't know it ourselves.