All the Knowledge in the World

 My eyes open, only to feel the  intensity of a pitch black night,  weighing down my thoughts.  Oh my thoughts, there are so many. They swirl around in my mind like a tornado, threatening to crashed down upon everybody else.  They all scream at me,  vieing for the attention, for the chance to become ideas, habits even.  Intelligence can be dangerous if not used wisely.  I learned that later that day as I attempted to use my newfound knowledge of the world to become all powerful.  After waking up and discovering that I knew everything I felt like I knew nothing.  It made my mind weak to have so many different thoughts and so much knowledge.  I knew everyone was thinking and it was killing me inside to know what they really thought about me...what they really thought about themselves. I couldn't help them because they couldn't know that I knew it all. It was destroying me.  I knew everybody else's fate,  and when I couldn't warn of them made me cold.  I became the human being that my newfound knowledge had warned me about all those years.  I was a evil, manipulative, vindictive human being, that knew everything but wanted to know nothing, because it destroyed me.  The grief was followed by a hunger. A hunger that nothing could fufill, but the need for more knowledge and more power.  In the end, I let it destroy me, because I couldn't live anymore as long as it felt like I wasn't living.  And having that much knowledge, it didn't feel like I was living. I didn't expect anything anymore because I knew it was going to happen. There's  no surprises. Nothing exciting. Everything became dark and gray.  Eventually my mind became overruled by unbearably powerful thoughts. My mind exploded into a thoughtless oblivion. And I let it. I was done living in a world where I couldn't live without my overly, intelligent thoughts interrupting. I was done. So I said goodbye and welcomed death like and old friend.