Transcendence

May 9th, 2013

I never was the type to write letters. You'd know that. But this is an exception. I'm tired of keeping this from you. God, you have no idea how long I've waited to tell you.

This world is tainted, so tainted no one even bothers to point out what's right and wrong anymore. And the very few people, who can see everything, who are awake, have to stay quiet. Very few people would consider us as Heroes or Saviors. But they have a different name for us. 

Whistleblowers.

We all know the risks of going against higher authorities. there's no doubt we'd get trampled on with the clean soles of their shoes, their hands dirty with crimson beyond the point of humanity's boundaries. Wiped off the face of the earth, just like wiping an insect off a windshield. We're that useless. We're considered that worthless.

I'm being manipulated into an image I don't want to be seen as all because I'm rebelling. All because I'm speaking the truth. The truth that no one wants to hear. The truth that everyone is afraid of hearing. The truth that the world isn't ready to hear yet.This wont end here, I assure you.

This. Wont. End. Here.

There's more to this world than we all know. We only know and care about the superficial things. We don't like to hear things that are out of our element of nature. we don't like to hear about things we have no answer to. Things we don't know about.

And we always fear of what we don't know about. We deny it's existence. We'd rather live in a dream full of things we are knowledgeable with, rather than confront something that might be equal or even superior to our species in every single aspect.

I'm not going crazy. I'm not schizophrenic. The voices I hear at night are anything but in my head. I keep drawing the same thing over and over again, like a repeated mechanism. A forewarning.

They're already here. They've crawled their way up. They plan to put an end to us all.

I can see them now, too. They walk among us, and do a great job assimilating, but I can see them.

My eyes are no longer closed. And very soon, yours wont be either.

By the time you read this, I'll be either gone or declared dead, and you'll be at around the age of twenty. You must be confused.That much I know. I guess it's only natural for an older sister to predict her younger sibling's reactions. 

One more thing you need to know.

Keep your eyes wide open.

Because they're watching you. 

Dorothy