December 21, 2012... Thoughts of Everything and of Nothing

2012...
The numbers so... exciting and mysterious when put together.

To you it may just be a year... twenty twelve or two thousand twelve or two zero one two... however you say it, they are just numbers. Lost in the making...

What comes to mind?

Tragedy...
When will it come? How will it be here?

God
Mayans
Man
Discover
Truth
History
Life
Apocalypse
Death

Those words do not work together... But when it all comes down to one day. There will only be six words that matter:
LIFE
Shaking
Terror
Disbelief
Truth
DEATH

In between life and death will be shaking, terror, disbelief and truth.

Come December 21, 2012. January I came home, February I am loving, March I will hope, April I will watch, May I will smile, June I will run, July I will glow, August I will wait, September I will enjoy, October I will sneak, November I will eat, and December what will I do?
I will shake
I will cry
I will dream
I will live
I will die
December... WHAT WILL I?

December 21, 2011 I am sure it was not only me who had thought... who had considered... who had wondered...

In a year from today...?

Every question came to mind... but no questions mattered because as a Christian...

As I think... It is not time. In this year many things must happen. DESTRUCTION and DEATH must become everything... I do not remember the exact day in which a man had predicted the Rapture, but I remember what happened that day. Was it five or 6 pm that it was to happen? I do not remember... But I do remember my father's friend had invited us to his house. To swim, to eat, to talk, to laugh, to enjoy a beautiful day. And a beautiful day it was. The sky was blue and clear.

When the time came around we were eating hot dogs. I picked up my phone and there was the time. We were not in heaven. We were sitting there. Talking and laughing. We did not believe that was the time of Rapture. We sat there and made up stories. Maybe it had past and we were to stay on Earth with the rest of Hell's sinners. Maybe the world was just oddly quiet. In my mind I did not believe it had come and left... but the Earth was silent...

On the way to our house the roads were empty. Everyone... if anyone was home. An occasional car went by. They were not humans driving. They were lonely souls. I had scared myself. I texted my boyfriend... He was still here. Closer to God than I, his texts back gave me some relief. But I still could not help seeing the empty faces of passing drivers. Again at my house, the world was quiet. Still.

I fell asleep that night with a curve in my spine... I was scared... I felt alone... The next day Earth woke up and life was breathed back into the universe. Everything a mystery, a dream, again.

That is how I imagine December to be. From the first it may continue normality or it may be quiet, everyday a new hair standing on end, waiting for the twenty-first to rise. December 21 may be lonely, quiet and dead. It may be normal. It could be utter chaos and destruction. No one will know if December 22 will come but all we know now is... 2012 will be the year some will fear, some will forget, or will never... end...

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(Don't be confused at the months that I have listed, if you know me then email, text or talk to me and I will tell you what they mean. If you are just my reader, then do not worry... the meanings are not important.)

I wrote this for no specific purpose. It was merely for satisfaction of writing it. I wanted to share my feelings. You may or may not post your own thoughts as a comment. I don't much care for comments on the content. Only for the thoughts and beliefs of others. Thank you.