This existence is like a celestial glitch, an imperfect & flawed, yet somehow beautiful manifestation of what takes place when a life is caught in transition, caught in-between two states of existence. Like looking through a pair of eyes that were never mine, I feel the bearing weight of these filters taking a toll on me. I awake groggy, and blinded by the formulation of hallucinations that makeup this reality – like the coming together of a television image, it’s all nothing but electricity playing it’s part, for what I see is never really there. In this passing time, the flames that which burn my skin have begun to rage at an uncontrollable pace – for I am losing control, for I am losing time. While the pain becomes more heavy with each passing moment, I move onto the next temporary remedy to help ease the strife – for as stated before, deep within my soul there is a hope left in me.
But this hope too, has visions of a permanent end. This hope too catches glimpses of the neon nights that await, flickering and pulsing a neon blue and other colors that whisper to me words of slowly drifting away. This hope too feels the moment of that setting sun, a particular sunset that I can feel beckoning over me, pulling at my heartstrings, waiting to empty me, waiting for an act to take place that will bring about the true essence of what I am, the true essence of what I am to become. For deep within Hollows I am able to see these things that are to come, for bathing in darkness has become my only truth, and taming the demons that surround my only past-time. I no longer serve a purpose greater than my own, I no longer fight in a war that I had never waged – for as I said, this would all have to change someday, and someday soon. For who you once knew is no longer, and for who I have always known has now stepped to the for-front, out of the shadows, for the shadows are now my own.
