Circle around the things that once made us whole, like a mysterious probe or orbiter built to scout and learn from things it has never and will never truly be a part of. This reality has had it’s ways of making us all feel so connected, yet disconnected entirely at the core throughout this entire duration. Circle around the regrets that turned us to who we are today, like a self-fulfilling prophecy born out of chaos and the innate desire to become something so much more. We’ve withered, arisen, and fallen, and we’ve seen it all over and over again far to many times than our trembling mind can bear. Circle around the light that we had once worshipped, light that has long since left us which forged this newer dark which we shall now begin to face; for out of the cracks that are brought forth from the bitter-cold in suffocating blackness, will bring about the shattering and collapsing of this reality we once knew – bringing about the beginning of one made in final fates image.
Cycle around the things that still hold merit, growth, and value. For the countless individuals, positions, tasks, and paradigms that no longer serve me have long since begun to fall. The cycles that once chained me, bounded me, to the seat, have rapidly begun to unravel – for the first time since the very freefall that has lead me to pools of black, and to where I am now, I feel a sense of freedom. But though I have still caged in this reality, despite it’s dying tendencies, it is the desperate cycles that remain that seek to keep it in tact, and the very final fates that shall soon bestow their fruitions, that see to it that things remain undisturbed until then. But my mind and my movements remain unwavering despite this, although I have begun to falter and tremble much like the fleeting moments that lead to the death of the advent, these is a sense that this very chaos that is festering from beneath, may be exactly what I have yearned for this entire time, and so I will not fight it, nor will I run from it.
Coil around the very foundation that holds you together. For as I gaze upon this society I can feel every bit of my remaining all begin to disassociate, like a dream, as I begin to drift deeper into the state of this fading reality. For long since have I been able to see through the lies that are spilled, as I claim the useful ones as my own and speak them so effortlessly, as they slide through seamlessly, like a snake, through my sharpened yet cracked fangs. And though I may close my eyes that the beckoning disasters and tragedy’s that I know comes all to well with trilogy; the serpents which bind and hang from my head above feed in whispers to me, like telepathically, the things I had never wished to know. It is all of this and in knowing that I can feel darkness, in nature, both in the way I have always known it to be, and the way you have always known it to be, soon coming to collide. Two separate forces of nature, much of their assets still beyond my current comprehension – awaiting to clash, bringing about a dark dawn that I can only foresee as to being the very completion of the manifestation of what we have always imagined would be our darkest timeline. And so with this in mind, and this closing yet still open door present, I resume of what remains of this evolution in preparation for my final departure, or arrival into a new reality, in which I had always imagined.
