Things that lie in the realm of the unseen have begun to stir in movements once more, as these morphing’s from above begin to commence once again – enveloping the sun we knew as we prepare for it’s inevitable death. Their very stirrings, force me into dream-states, and mind-scapes that leave me shakened and slow to wake Though, in my state, somewhere between the bend and this fated reality, it all reaches out to me – but I cannot yet see it in essence. Only the chilling feeling that touches in a more layered state, like an extra push of the cold autumn air seeping through window seals, or like a violent echo added to the falling of the rain drops on the windowpanes on an empty home. For as these hours that pass by have begun to move past the days leading up to this evolutions crescendo, the numbers in my head now are numbers that are being counted backwards, as what remains in my mind are the days remaining until fruition of fates are bestowed. And as these days remaining because to dwindle more and more, the sense of purpose I had once held within this vessel begins to fleet at an even more so alarming rate; the mania, more and more potent each day like sulfur, burns in my mind as the essence of the final flame continues to make it’s leave. It’s all like a curse that hunts me, a force that seeks to wash what remains of my blackened soul in oblivion.
So I’ll move and migrate with the autumn winds like I had once done before, bending forwards and backwards to be sure I can keep up with the passage of time and where it leads – for stillness in times like these is no longer an option when the line in which we tread is unraveling, rapidly, from close behind. To learn just how fated this all is, is a process that I am becoming more and more aware of with each passing day. For there is no longer any fear left within the crevices of these wounds left by prior hauntings, for now I simply hunt what I wish, and will leave as I may when what once served me, no longer does. To remain trapped and strapped to the seat is a way that I have left far behind me, with this closing, yet still open door beckoning in all it’s might. And I know it’s all damned, and I know it’s all fated – but to have the chance to reach beyond, to touch what I have always yearned; is reason enough for me to tread toward fates fruitions just a little closer.
