I am stuck with a different kind of feeling during this moment in time. This moment in time where the hourglass loses the last of it’s grains of sand, a moment in time so fragile that I can even hear time passing by, I can hear the reality cracking further, I can hear this very advent – dying. These are moments that will be forever etched into my soul, moments that will come back to haunt me in eon futures, moments that will define who I am within future lines on within some future time – moments that are now guiding me towards this inevitable end. The darkness has long since settled in, and shadows have long since begun to devour, and now echoes and cycles alike are taking up their holds – spinning, and bending this reality to their will for soon this broken and shattered line will become there’s for the taking.
I have seen much come to pass throughout these ages, I have seen what I once thought to be the true light come and die, darkness fall and rise – and even time stand still. Time no longer slows down like it used to, for realities now are as anxious as I am to reach that moment of self-destruction, that moment of some beautiful oblivion, that moment of inevitable cataclysm that is without a doubt bound to everything within existence – even existence itself. My time has come and gone, for the path that I have taken throughout these ages have consumed every last thing I have held dear, and have lead me to fires that remain to be my only lifeline keeping me bound to this existence – fires that I now must become one with to meet my final fates, fires that will surely consume me in the end.
I know not of what lies in that moment past the dying of this Advent that we are oh-so close to touching. For, in essence it does not matter to me, as now I am one with the darkness, and this force will always be separated from where the light decides to go – from where the light resides. I no longer wish to wage war under the title of some force, for now, wars hold no such purpose in my hands – and even less purpose here as these vast and infinite scapes are gradually lit up in flames. I have since walked into the darkest of nights where my cycles, echoes, shadows, and dreams alike come together in one irreversible act to bring about fates that I have long since always been meant to meet. No longer will I fight this destiny, for there is nothing left for me to fight for, for my very existence is like the shifting tides – ultimately always meant to eventually no longer grasp the core of this reality.