Category Archives: Reflextions

Fine Prints

Millions of thoughts have flown by in swiftness since that day, after accepting the arrival of the new Advent and being thrown into the position I am in today, things have begun to become much clearer. But only after much thought. This hole I have come to know too well, formed during the darkest times, from the most savaging acts, is now once again, beginning to take a toll on me. For my mind has returned reset, whole, original, but without the absence of fates present thoughts lurking in the corners within. It is hard to pin-point where the end of this life my lay, at this point I can only pray that the line extends much longer than of what I am seeing. For with you, came the fine print, the print of an oath, an oath of a sacrifice, and a sacrifice for a soul, a soul which was crafted by Gods. From these reflexions have revealed that my hands are empty, and with nothing to loose I oath to ignite the flames once again.

 

-Strange time it never stops..

Time Stamps & Hangers

It’s never enough to claim you love something or someone alone.  Actions always must be taken place in order to back up your words, words are just words, food to the ears, but almost nothing to the heart. The time lines in which I have dabbled in, have long since set off their quakes and echoes, which have shook the very foundation in which where our love was built on. And with this violent shaking, I am now left with this pain in my head. A pain I could have never imagined before the exile, a pain which taunts the angels far above, spewing it’s sickness to very functioning bone and cell within the body. And as it stirs throughout the bloodstream it makes it’s way to the core, bit by bit, where then in which the cycle only repeats itself. Since my hope only begs me for me to vision a conclusion to this chaotic mess, I continue on, with eyes forward and strength strengthened.

I made sure those words flew to you gracefully, like elegant doves in the morning sun, soaring peacefully in harmony, throughout the warm, and crisp sky. It was my attempt to open your eyes, my attempt to cross time lines once again, to re-obtain what was given to me several years ago. And yet even now, I am left with this chill. If this shaking shall continue, and continue so violently, causing great rupture to this foundation, the hole shall divide us, it shall divide time, it shall change everything, but our hearts.

Shaken of the Night

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ess than a month has gone by the conclusion of the 3rd sleep. While finally awakened, I have been shook by some odd state of life.  With many things that were in fact present before the beginning of the 3rd sleep, have now vanished within what I can only describe as the nights thin air. For many of them, more or less wanderers just like me, have no been gifted the blessing of the new Dawn, the Dawn of the new Advent. However for I, and perhaps many alike, the mistakes, sacrifices, or even the path in which we have chosen has now lead us down a darker road, a road where lights are vibrant, and the cosmos is alive, a path where fewer are present. Despite the cursed exile that has lead me to take this path, I can only now whole-heatedly except it as an inevitable happening. My mind, tainted with old, and of things that was once, but are no longer. And my heart, my missing heart, with it’s pains and longings which still grow stronger with every hour that passes by. A time of cleansing is imminent, for this cleansing will be like no other. For I am weak, and clouded, confused by the actions both I took, and yourself. My words must travel a great distance to reach thee, yet even during this time, somehow the message begins to slur. My next set-out, back into the strange land, is merely days away now. But with a clouded mind, and a pain in the heart, this will only lead me down the road to more paradox’s.

 

 

 

 

~Our greater lord, if the balance allows, please bestow you blessing onto thee during these times of Reflexions.