Taking essences that remain of this fleeting life, you have begun to seep your way into this fractured reality, your return now arriving; and my bones now weakening at your very presence. It feels like eons ago that the events of final fates transpired, it feels like Advents ago since I came face to face with the darkest night, but moments like these bring everything so much closer together than I could ever imagine. My mind remains clouded during these fragile moments, it awaits for what tragedy waits to strike next, like a perpetual state of watching a crime take place. It is far to clear to me that I am to know no ease whatsoever. Far to clear too me that despite my longing for solace and peace – that it will likely never find a way to me ever again.
I have begun to live out my every moment for what I know now to be the 10th sleep, for while I still shake and tremble at the wake from it all – I know that it also allows me to glimpse into forgotten pasts, foggy futures, and distant presents that may or may not be echoes of this fractured place in time, now. It is the only time that I can know a sense of direction, it is the only time where I can see the faces of those once cherished, the faces of those that faded long ago. It comes in and out of time and time again, testing my patience; but I have no choice but to endure, for I am strapped within the seat – ever waiting for this cycle to dream of some new existence, of some new purpose.
I can see the blackness surrounding upon the bleak horizon, I can feel the bitter cold settling in once more as all life begins to cease, I can feel that glimmer of hope fighting to make it’s way towards the surface in such a dark world, full of no promise whatsoever – full of broken dreams and lack of purpose. I can sense the madness approaching from all angles, and a moon so dark that it’s very beams have begun to give shadows themselves a home. But I shall become one with it all, for these nights are endless and these longings are ever-so persistent, so much so that even I know there is no escaping this innate desire to fade-fully, something that can only come about through proceeding this sleep itself.
