You tell me what you are destined for. For I am nothing more than an eye, a watcher. I can only see what happens now. I can not see in the future for all I am is a mirror. You know what I see, you know what I know. The question is not if I know what you are destined for, the question is really, do you know what you are destined for?

For happiness comes pain, for love comes heart breaks. I can tell you all that you can hear, all that you can see. For, when you stare at that knife, your condense can not be heard or seen around, all you can see is me.

My face lingers in your soul forever. I know what you know, think what you think. Thoughts are that combined, as you lower that knife. I neither praise you or deny you for what you are. You are you, I am me. All I can is watch.

So tell me, do you know what you are destined for?