It is now that I’ve begun to uncover the true nature of my being, the state that has in which bound me for what now feels like an eternity. Enclosed, trapped, and strapped to the seat I have been, only forced to witness and face numbers like codes, codes like secrets, and secrets like prophecy repeating again, and again, and again. Such repetitions have begun to haunt me, but in a way that is more of a beckoning of how close this reality truly is to crumbling. And then my mind changes. For trapped in isolation I may be, the deafening silence is not always the solace it appears to be. But it is these very motions, these very feelings I have begun to most past. The pain, the anguish, the anxiety, the fear – it was all never worth it in the end, it was all never worth it when you stand face to face with fate in the grasp of time.
What happens next is the chase and pursuit of a new reality. One that in which is being formed now by the hands of fates fruitions, one of which I seek to infiltrate to the core – forming it into one of my own vision. For the decisions that follow of what remains after this open door is closed, are sealed – this collective society that I now make my way into the core of, shall soon exit the picture with violent darkness, and I, emerging from whatever state of aggressive evolution this has been; enter, to bare witness to the birth of said reality. Because all is fleeting in these dying times within the hands on fates; the fears that I once had, the thoughts that once plagued my feeble mind, all simultaneously begin to melt away – entering an age of cataclysm of their own, as numbers continue to repeat again.
But in this place, deep within this society; my visions, my dreams, my glimpses twist and turn – for they are much different here. Darkened streets with storm drains that are always training, moonlight that is always shimmering on the old and crumbling cobblestone, and you and what you’ve become – wrapped up in all sorts of elegance and tragedy, could you still perceive what I see? Because as a new sun is birthed and seeks to blind out all we’ve learned – it is in our stoicism that we know our dark age is ahead, and rightfully so. And when that time comes, and when we get there, as one – perhaps then you will see what I see, perhaps you will feel as I feel, and know as I know. For in this time till then and I seek to like a serpent, intertwined in my own ways within these hands on fates – spinning up shadows of my own that shall exist to serve, create, consume, and repeat. Because what is to come will undoubtedly be a part of the whole – a darkness completely different than what you have known, a force that seeks to be tampered with, a twine unraveled from the whole that shall soon be ours to weave to our hearts content – living what’s left of this life, cherishing what is finite, till all dies for the second time.
