What waits beneath has always beckoned, hallowed out to me during colder nights, during nights what would proceed violent afterlight’s that came with thoughts and visions of their own. Many of which, holding glimpses of timelines and lives that were never tread – that were never lived. And so thus begins the nightmare. A state of existence perpetually stuck in a stasis, an existence birthed into a cycle itself; a form of reality so warped and twisted that not even the nether deep within the void of space would wish to touch it. But now, in these very moments where all has begun to break, where all has begun to fall apart – where every trace of light comes to die, where a birth of a new reality seeks to set in; these depths, these gallows, these darkened pools, these forces that await beneath – begin to speak.
They whisper words of domination, and promises of consuming, a new hierarchy that is to be created within the palm of this new reality, within the hands of this new space-time that looks to make it’s way in. All of this, still new to me and my mind; for all I have ever known has been the many losses which stack and spin in cycles, and the coming and goings of all things. But now, with this seemingly state of aggressive evolution at hand, one in which I feel I have waited an entire advent for – my place in all of this becomes unknown. But as unknown as it all may be, the loss, the confusion, the worry, the anxiety…the fear – it all leaves me now. But perhaps this is simply the nature of all that I have known, taking it’s place in these dying cycles, one last time. The comings and goings of things, as I previously mentioned – being that very nature. My role, my responsibility, my only remaining conviction is to see this through; the final conviction in fact, which keeps me strapped to the seat – shall soon set me free and shall soon let the unknown that awaits, nearing this closing, yet still open door – in.
