Emptiness is not like what it once used to be. Moments such as those present throughout the year of the knife are moments that I can’t even fathom anymore; for strangely enough, the times that remain more clear to me are the day’s before the death of the Advent, the day’s that preceded those of blackened waters and violent exchanges. For the emptiness that exists now is much closer to a state of static, like a never-ceasing sparkling that exists only in cycles, with an ever-growing yearning to become something more; unable to give rise to a solid image or vision – of any sort. It exists in the corners of my mind, it exists within the hallows of my heart; and it proceeds with every action and reaction I put into motion. But this very Static exists only in black and white; a duality that screams constructs of the past, a duality that screams of a state that’s overdue.
Because unlike before, I now move. Moving within the darkness once more before the emptiness took hold, moving within the shadows and through fear like never before – for this vessel grants me miracle and strength that would otherwise be lost to the winds that now no longer blow. But I know in time, and in time that quickly approaches, this vessel will have to be shed. Like a second skin to make room for the third coming, for it only exists as a precursor to the evolution that awaits, the evolution that is beckoning, judging my very actions and movements even now during this very moment. An evolution that can see through the static that plagues my every decision, thought, and vision. Much like the fates that were once bestowed, this very evolution is of their creation; formed within a cradle of tragedy and shortcomings. It knows nothing of the boundaries that are bound to me, it knows nothing of the seat that I return to, strapped, moment after every passing moment; it only knows of what it can consume and what it will become in the process.
What arises from this static will be nothing more but the passageway that shall lead to the changing of this hue, and the shedding of this vessel. For while the emptiness will always proceed – the era of it has long since gone. Because the birth of what final fates sought to bring forth shall now make their way to the forefront, very fates that were bestowed upon me like a binding strain of energy. They are now what remains, alongside what I am to become.
