As this sun sits within the cross-hairs of final fates, I can feel the veil between life and death begin to thin yet again – the very pull, gravity, barrier between the two weaken and fade in and out of existence. It is in both knowing and feeling this that I am also left with the fleeting sense of equality and or balance that I had once held so highly – now completely run out, without a trace left to saver. For some place in all of this once made sense, a fine dance between the light I once knew, and the dark that I once hunted; but now the roles reversed, and all rules being no more – I find myself in a much more chaotic stature that never existed in even my wildest dreams.
A phase, a period, an era, a year, where darkness reigns supreme and it is explored in it’s entirety and all it’s depths. For as the light bleeds the blood it spills paves the way towards the footsteps that I was always meant to follow, the footsteps that darker pools once seemingly washed away, stealing and wiping all that had remained of what once was, but still, a mere trace remains. And so the twist of this knife into the flesh of this light shall remain a slow and savoring one, for with each and every drop of essence that leaks leads me closer and closer to the place I was always meant to be at the edge of the dark, at the edge of the darkest nights.
There are fragile and more simple things within fleeting moments of this existence that I have come to cherish during the days in which my essence had begun to fade. Some cycles, if you will, that somehow remained neutral and only existed to observe and to gaze upon those that would partake in it; such as the violent moments of this bleeding that even now, long past my times of war and strife, keep me mesmerized, encapsulated – like some sort of new type of daydream, which drifts me off into a reality so foreign, yet simultaneously so familiar to something I once knew. But even then, something haunts from within, screaming that it will never be that again. For what both within and past these moments of this final equinox that bleeds before me is of moments of faster life, where poisons are consumed, and lanes are shifted in and out of, whilst fruitions of final fates pursue me like never before. and so much more. And I know I can never get away from it all, but I just wanna let it all in at once, like a cyclone.
