The foundation on which we tread has begun to become more and more faulty with each and every passing fragile moment. As the cold settles in, and as this sun bleeds dry, there is as feeling within the binds from all around that feels so familiar, yet to foreign at the same time. Silence pierces my wrists like blades during times like these where your scattered words turn to nothing but silent hours, and your sworn memories become nothing but floating, abandoned apparitions within the abyss, along with everything else you threw away and that was washed away. The attachment I’ve once held so closely to what encapsulates this all has long since begun to fleet – like letting go of a new vice turn addictive, or breaking free from a binding love that always felt like home. There is no more sworn duty, or sense of purpose that awaits at the end of these lines, for they have all begun to be stripped and burned from both ends, as they rapidly approach the hands of the fruition of fates. In what feels like an ancient past I did seek to lead, I did seek to war, I did seek to rise above all who sought to see me fall – but in the end when freefall did arrive, not a single glimpse was made to catch my inevitable descent. But now, as I am forced to tread slowly and lightly on this ever crumbling line, in hopes of savoring what foundation remains for those who may follow from closely behind, whilst also concealing footprints from the fates that beckon. Within these various hopes buried deep within these various scars, I envision a final gathering, a final culmination of this decay, an epilogue to end all things, if you will, whilst I now mark a definitive end to this state that has lead me through the phases in order for this evolution to take place. For now what lies ahead is much further and much more dark than what I have ever endured; and just as I, long ago, set out towards cavern walls and barren plains in hopes to learn more about the line in which I had tread, I now do the same, but in a new face of darkness, in hopes to find the dwelling place from whence these fates were constructed.
Lines/Fates
