The death of this once praised all-powerful sun has left the time that remains tumbling and drifting through an interesting transition. Changes that which, though I can feel coursing through my veins – my mind has still yet to understand. There is no organic life left here, there is no residual beacon of some once great and powerful source that brought me back to the moments before they were plundered and swept far beneath black, violent waters. No, what illuminates and reverberates now from the skies above is nothing more than the violent hue from the blood that spills and pours across these frozen and lonely skies; for as the night begins to settle in my mind yet again, stronger than it’s ever been, is when I slowly come to realize that it had never left; much like the way’s and natures I’ve come to be. Time has sped up now, moving at an irreversible pace, it’s speed is shifting and churning the very fabric of reality – right before our very eyes. For in the depths of the coldest moments, I can dream of what I am to become, and I can dream of what I left behind and what I was meant to be; but for now, whilst strapped within the seat I have been given the opportunity to take it upon myself and bring forth the actions and way’s that have been formulating just beneath my very mind.
The stakes that have been made and the promises that have been broken – are all but guiding forces that have lead me to this point. For sometimes I am blind to the road ahead and the path I walk, as when the night grows dark and hair shrouds my vision, I tend to feel as if I am seeing with eyes that are not my own. This innate desire of this vessel at hand, has been suppressed, imprisoned, and kept below the surface; but now that our sun has met it’s end, I seek a new kind of divinity, one born outside of the treacherous cycles and circles that I’ve come to know, and more within the cycles and circles of eras past. There is no escaping this feeling, there is no escaping these dreams that beckon; for much like before, I smell the every-looming and enticing aroma of death and the promise that new life will bring. It is never wavering, it is never fleeting, and it is always consuming. It is a nature that I have long since been meant to learn from, to join with, and evolve from. For the very resistance of mine that has been met throughout countless timelines, and drifting moments within space – has been the very driving force that has brought me here now. For I am nothing but an ever-fading vessel, a lonely fraction of a whole that is no longer, and will never be. At the bottom I am strapped and bound to the seat, craving anything and everything to feel alive again. Awaiting my evolution I shall loathe, consume, and move forward – much like a staggering vessel would. One that accepts every passing moment as it’s last, yet still leaves room for the potential shift in realities ever-so restless timeline.
