The sun remains shrouded during hours like these, smothered and suffocating – whilst the passage of times moves by ever-so violently to the point of this reality tearing at an even more jarring rate. Beckoning beneath, I grow weary of the aftermath that awaits, and the heaviness of the rain that now falls before me. Like tidal waves this water drains to wash away the drought of salvation and a sense of purpose that this tattered line lacks – as it now begins to fold onto itself like a noose, as a final act of preservation; and though what remains of this rain, my hopes, dreams, and aspirations may be caught hanging by the time this is all said and done – I will not be.
My mind reverberates back and forth with itself as crashings of this water make themselves known all to well around me, as the soil begins to flood. For darkened waters I have once known that all lead from the final days in which were preceded be my most desperate of actions; however looking back, I can only see them as the most sensible. In a way, I find myself at a similar cross-roads now; although, as my vision begins to blur, and as the colors begin to decay, the path which leads to a blooming, and the path which leads to a withering appear to be one in the same. So much of what I have once knew has seemed to make it’s way back to me, like apparitions, or phantoms in and of themselves, in such a strange and mysterious way – like a manifestation of memories coming back to haunt me as the rain begins to flood my lungs.
What follows these moments of downpour is all unbeknownst – for during this very moment I can feel, although fleeting, a sense of fear and anxiety try and set it’s way in, for upon the suffocation of the sun and the dying of the light are moments I am all to familiar of, and I know what comes with them. But my sanctity and my sanity are not the only things that seek to make their way out of this existence as each fragile moment passes; but instead a whole array of feelings and knowing’s that have now seemed to reach their peak once again and for the first time in a long time, and though what remains of this rain seeks to drown me out like the darkpool before it, my tactics in respiration shall act as my beacon to assure that I shall witness what follows.
