Someone is exactly who I am.

Living the life of the ordinary, stalking the fields of past and future with a plain mind, normal, average. I have the average parents, if not a little eccentric, the average friends, the average world. Ordinary. The usual. I plunder the reigning skies of my world with an open mind, hoping that the universe doesn’t implode on itself, that the government can hold itself up with the same ease it has for the past two decades for just a little longer. That everything will maintain a general calm throughout my life. The classic worries. The classic life. Walking the streets among an endless torrent of other Someones, other people leading a life of the classics. As I said, normal. Average. Just the ordinary life, the ordinary day, the ordinary someone. Me. Known by those who bother to, but hidden to most who care little to look. But once known, they won’t forget me, because unlike most in this vast, heartless universe, I’m not just any someone.

I’m not no one, either, but that doesn’t mean I can’t be if I want to. It just means that I have settled myself in a dedication where I have the mind to set change onto this world. Onto the very bowels of time. It means that in the endless fields of my existence, I can lower my gaze to those sparkling grasses of my fate, my life, knowing that whatever will happen, I will survive. It means, that in the darkened shadows of the future, I won’t let that darkness consume me. It means, that, in the end, I will go fighting.

It means that I will always remember. I will always stare into the golden blaze of the sun and reconcile my past, taking it with me to decide my outcome; what I am, what I can be, who I am meant to be. My worst enemy is fate, and it’s hand tugs at the strings of my life. Even as I stalk the realm of time as a person of ordinariness, that doesn’t mean that I have to constantly be normal. In fact, it means anything but.

Fate is coming for me. It always is, darting ahead into the future without the slightest c*** of its head turning back to look into the glowering eyes of past. No matter the time, no matter the business, it will always toy with my life, lifting the ends of my strings and forcing me into a new act. Perhaps the act of the average someone; or, perhaps, the act of the hidden no one.

But whatever the act, when it arrives, something bigger will be held in its arms. Something worse. Something terrible. And fate, again, will be the one holding in a single palm the strings of that monstrosity; in the other, the world dangling on a thread. On a single, vital moment, where as the world is about to lose everything, someone will emerge who knows there is nothing to lose. Nothing but our lives. Our world. The very bowels of time and our existence as whoever we are.

When it comes, I won’t be just any average someone. Not just the person of ordinariness that I am forced to act out as the time inches onwards. Onwards into the arms of a fate whom casts it’s glare forward, never looking back, never wavering from what it thinks must be done. When it comes, I will open my eyes to see a new light; the light that fate always insists to shed on me. The light of darkness. When it comes, my life as I knew it, will disintegrate into nothing but a flickering image of the past. An endless history that fate never glances back at, only casting a single wink for a final goodbye, forgetting the very core of its own life. It should have looked back. Just a second more. It may have learned. It may have lived longer than it insisted, rather than denying the success of past and letting itself crumble; it might have shown more courage if it had. But no matter all the chances it was given to alter the course of its own existence, one thing is for certain. One, single, raging truth burning its way into my soul.
Because when it comes, I will fight with my life.