When I close my eyes, the despair finds it’s way to settle in, when I open them – I am met with the horrors and terrors of the manifestations that this fractured time has created. For so long, there has been a trend of displacement from within, a lack of belonging, a fleeting sense of self-worth, and a dying light that has now brought about – in a sense, a life between life that I am now forced to lead. Much of my mind, body, and soul has begun to ache in anguish from the pains that this new life has brought. These are not growing pains, so to speak, but instead constant pains to remind me that the sense of comfort, solace, and peace that I seek – is always fleeting, always looking for a way to drift towards another timeline.
I have in a sense long since accepted the position that I stand in now, I have come to terms with this transition, with this fading – however it in essence requires a sort of constant reevaluation. The visions I am met with when I close my eyes are a direct indication of this, tearing my mind in various directions, shaking it to it’s core, for when I open my eyes once again I know all to well what I am to be met with. Such a life style has begun to become torturous in a way, for I feel trapped within the seat – despite holding the catalyst to put it all to an end at a whim. The darkness that I have grown, I have faded and incarnated to become has grown thicker and thicker since the darkest nights begun to devour the skies. A world of blackness stands before me, one that awaits a beckoning of a moon so dark that it will shape the course of this new reality that is yet to be seen – a new reality that I shall never see.
I am now being called to become a part of this new darkness, this darkness that will be used to make the changes to bring about new faces and new lines that will go on far before me. This phase that these visions speak of is a phase of constant strife, increasing darkness, and a sense of aggressive evolution greater than I will ever know. It will sweep over me like like a cold aura throughout the darkest corners of the night, infiltrating me from within – like the devil himself. It shall lead me from this sense of slavery and bondage that I have felt ever since the day’s’ of the exile – and it has already begun.
