Loss that we come to know as a collective is a type of loss much more bearable than those that we would come to know alone. Stuck in between a state of painful peace and salvation, the fine line that strings between the two is much thinner in the eyes of the dying, than the eyes of the living could ever know. Our hopes, dreams, memories, all tread on such lines as they make their way to places unknown to us, while we, in all of our essence await a time and a moment where it can all be fulfilled, like some deep dreamscape birthing a tangible reality of it’s own.
I have watched what little of solace and peace I’ve known leave this world time and time again – whilst the madness and chaos, anxiety and fear, suffering and strife, and all things of the sort, rise like tidal waves and devour this reality whole. I have felt the weakened hands of those cling to what little life they have left, like blissfully unknowing of the treacherous surmount of burden this reality bestows atop of backs of the few fleeting moments that deceives the mind into remaining strapped and chained to what is flawed at the core. I have learned of the ways in which fate seeps it’s way in, carelessly, and unbothered by the vows both I and it have broken – and claim the lines and life’s of those deserving and those undeserving. And now, I have been altered by it all, I have been touched by your absence, another scar that cuts deeper than the year of the knife, and one in which that will leave way from new bruises to come.
What constant binding of peace, reassurance, and gathering that I once knew is now gone, and I know now that yet another unraveling with follow. For with the end of cycles has also brought about the end of tradition which shakes every foundation to it’s core – further erasing what remains of this now convulsing reality as we all now purge into a state much darker than we’ve known. And as your gazing, tired eyes close for one final time, I dream in envy, as you make your way to a state more tangible and real than anything I have ever known, a reunion of sorts that will likely never welcome me in the same way. And as you gaze upon the unfolding of the foundation you’ve seen through from below, do not tremble, for know that we are not too far behind. For as this veil now begins to thin much greater than ever before, we shall all soon ride towards end that awaits, one that shall lead us into a new reality.
