There is a space within fractured time where the Hollows begin to bleed, a space within fractured time where even the Hollows cry out in anguish – for even they know what is to come. There is a space within fractured time, where all the truths and all the lies lay open and clear on the table – like a prepared meal waiting to be devoured. It’s moments like these that try to tempt me to let it in, moments like these that are so frozen, so fragile, I can feel the vibrations of time pass me by. Moments like these where as the leaves tremble on the pavement of the world outside, like rain journeying towards storm drains – I catch glimpses of tragedies.
There is a space within fractured time where I know and accept that this will all have to change someday, that this will all have to be erased – it’s significance no more, to bring about a greater purpose, to bring about a higher state of being. For I know that someday is ever so quickly approaching, like the new faces in the dark I can see shimmering in the distance, coming closer and closer every-time I close my eyes to rest. Faces so foreign, yet at the same time so familiar, faces that I shall soon come to face, in attempts to mold this new destiny. Like holding a crystal ball, and knowing it’s selecting it’s calling, it’s outcome – on a whim. Like when you turned to me in my dreams, that look in your eyes spoke more than a thousand words, that look in your eye that knew it was already over – ever so quickly.
There is a space within fractured time where I will accept the mania for what it is, and it’s piercing sound. A time where my breathing will be of great importance, a time where I can breathe in and breathe out the traumas that flood me like a disease. For in essence, this will be a never-ending fall, but the edge calls – like an enticing addiction. Only those who are fading can see these Hollows and the theme that it bleeds, and even lesser few can feel it. For I know that once the night is done and the shadows are mine – a new type of fading, a new type of evolution will begin. One that will increase the rate that this fading proceeds, one that will bring me ever-so-close to my destiny.
There is a space within fractured time where I will never be the same, where the seeds that the final fates had planted will sprout uncontrollably, where the state of existence is a constant state of darkness being shot at and pierced by a dying twilight – proceeded by neon that pierces the soul. It is this space that is to bring tragedy, this space that encompasses everything that I’ve ever known, a place of loss and the increasing of it, a place of desperation within a fading reality. And if you blink, just at the wrong time, you might miss it, you might miss me – and all that I am to become.
