My touch with this reality I have come to know throughout the these eons have long since begun to wane. The swaying comes and goes with the tides, and the shimmering’s of it all rise and fall with the sun and the moon; it’s very essence, pulsates throughout the veins like the palpitations that caress me during the most foggiest of awakenings, as well as dreams – within the most distant of lines. It is all a much more darkened dance, two sets of arms entangled, one of tragedy, and one of destiny. The music that moves these two bodies are of the final fates – fates that have long since now been bestowed and shall soon begin to come to fruition. My shaken and weary mind knows not of what will lie ahead once all is said and done, for I only know what I desire and what has been shown to me. For not knowing what awaits past this binding seat and this long since open door puts my shattered mind in a tailspin, for even in this translucent state there are many things that still remain invisible to me.
For in this very moment, what lies before me now is a sense decay, descent, and departure from what I along with the fleeting time, lines, and reality once knew. For before the Fall of cycles can take place, so must the fall of this current state of mind, so must the fall of all things still held high by the faulty towers, structures, castles, and foundations of a reality that has now been claimed and killed by fates. It’s hard to not be taken aback, when I remember the truth of it all. For the very actions that had turned this reality to dust all started with actions of my own, and turnings of tides that sought to swallow up all I knew. But those times are far past, and the being I was is now far gone. But the events that took place then, and those that were to follow – hold much more importance in a time like this. Hold much more sacredness in the palms of mania that I once spoke of. For during times like this, stability is all I can really seek, a sense of calm that I know is simply so far off I fail to believe such a force is even attainable. But perhaps forces like that in which I encompass were never meant to know calm, perhaps the shrouded thoughts and states of decline – the mania I’ve come to craft is nothing more than the result of a recipe closely followed by the essence of universal forces that I could not even begin to fathom. Because whilst in the darkest corners of it, when I know that it seeks to cloud my judgements, choke, and drown, and engulf all in once swift action – I know that in the end it seeks to bring me somewhere new. Because if there is anything I’ve ever remembered, that has ever been whispered to me during day’s of prologues – it’s that the path is never-ending, and that the state of existence in itself is nothing more but the manifestation of a universal energetic offset, a force of phantomania, bending myself and those like me – to it’s undying will.
