Fragile moments past as I drift throughout the hours of a midnight sky, pondering upon the very steps that have lead me here, teetering away at the very thoughts and memories that keep me tethered. “What a strange place”, I say to myself, as the beacons of light from above beckon, knowing full well that within this reality, they hold no power over the shadows that thrive. It is during these moments that I am forced to come face to face with myself, baring witness to my thoughts and actions; becoming the judge, jury, and executioner for all of the actions I have made, and will soon make. But even still, they leave me in a state of displacement. Time is running ever-so thin within this crumbling realm, with tragedies and calamities awaiting at every corner; yet upon seeing the passerby’s, one would imagine that all is fair and well behind the curtain from which they waltz before – but it has been said that ignorance is bliss, and perhaps that will forever remain as such. But I know, outside of the others, that something has gone awry; like a sudden knock or trembling within the quiet and still hours of the darkest nights, or a moment of arisen insecurity during a lovers embrace – a flicker of light within the darkest of pools. So I close my eyes, nearing, but not quite reaching a state of desperation, and call out to what now lies, still, below the depths awaiting guidance; for this phantomania that haunts my mind, even still, has left me disorientated with not a single glimmer as to what course to follow – but the one of longings and pains that will surely forever keep me bound here.
You are but a piece within an infinite puzzle, it speaks. But within this trilogy, you are the third that has been left behind, left to wander, left to bare witness to the things they bring forth, the things they believe, and the things they leave behind. But somehow, I have already known this, like a distant echo whispering from within, the answer has been with me all along, yet the summers light had left me blinded – disoriented as to where I’ve been meant to go, caught in yet another cycle that would seek to lead me to ages end, and another beginning, fulfilling even more pointless paths that would ultimately lead me to nowhere. “Your path is now in full effect, though once in complete opposition of mine. is no longer bound to the furthering of what lies at the center. For many years have past since the darkest of nights were birthed, and many tragedies have taken flight since I’ve breathed my last breath – and it will all happen again, should you choose to bare witness to it.” Time has begun to unravel at an unsteady, quick, and violent pace ever since my creation; and the signs were more than apparent long before then, too. But now, I can feel it’s very essence glide across my skin, like something so artificial – I am almost left in belief that it plays no part in me and what I am, or what is it soon come to pass. But in knowing all to well of the footsteps that were taken before me, I know what this phantom path leads to – so much so that I am almost tempted to shield my eyes from the various distractions and disturbances that seek to further disrupt these tethering lines – but alas, I know it is in my very nature to indulge, nonetheless.
Your words speak something of comfort to me. Like a knowing that I have somehow always known. For we were once one, and while those day’s I may not ever be able to recollect, I know that in some sort of impulsive, yet simultaneously calculated action, we will manifest the choice to become one once again. Like a perfect hand of cards fully spread out on a table, trickling in all of the riches and fame that one could ever desire. Like twins, long since separated at birth, that somehow, by some strange twist of fate – come upon their rejoining after an extended time of ignorance not even fathoming the existence of one another. It is with these thoughts that I begin to disassociate, keeping this open, yet now closing door in reach of my mental state, much like you once did, despite my shackling belief that it would be something of an impossibility, of someone of my crafted nature. But alas, like catching a vision of your moving lips, which would give rise and sound to your final whispers’ all the while I ride through the night as the newly settled, bitter cold, sinks it’s teeth within my worn and tired veins – I can see the memories flood back to me. A time that has long since lingered, one of forgotten promises and abandoned futures. One of cycles that were birthed, merely as a counter measure to keep me wondering and wandering, would more would come, what more would be at stake – like a drug that would never see the wall of tolerance to disrupt it’s long and tethering teach. The metaphors could be endless, but at the end of the day, and the beginning of the night – you had decided to ran out of time. But not in some forlorn state of concession, but rather at the first glimpse of some fleeting sense of apprehension, one in which you had yet to have any comprehension for. One fused within a promise of old, yet simultaneously incorporated with the arrival of fates and the death of an Advent not yet perceived by the naked eye, but instead only those who sought it out. And as sure as a creak in the night, it now falls into place; my yearnings, my longings, my ever-lasting hunger and thirst, the calling to take without the need, the drive to speak only to mislead the already blind. All like a final, single, fractal, of an a million piece puzzle – falling into place; sending chills and trembles down my spine – my mind, at long last – becomes heavy.
