My vision was once ecstatically filled with colors, hues of all sorts of life and timelines, visions and dreams of varying sorts. But that time has past now, it is merely an echoes that simply haunts me of what once was and what will likely never be again. What my vision has steered towards now is a stagnant state in between light and dark itself, a fade of grey of sorts – much like the skies that begin to morph yet again from above. It has long since been this way, however, for this is nothing knew. Ever since the exile took place, the dreams that I once knew began to fleet much faster than this dying light itself – the fading was inevitable. But all that has happened throughout those ages, have inevitably lead me here, lead me to remembering the violent scars which were marked upon my skin then and now, and the unsettling bruises which remain in their place – after time does it’s absolute best to heal, as it always does. But perhaps I will touch on that more another time.
For as I grow more and more weary with each passing hour, the darkness from behind and within grows thicker and thicker – like a never ending cloud of smoke. The final flame is near, and it is the final flame indeed that I need to carry out what remains of my journey, the remains of all that I had set out to do. For while yes, desires still stir within me – I can feel a void of purpose, one in which I know may never be fulfilled within this line, one that may require the very course of space and time to be twisted and bent at ones will in order to obtain. One that will surely require great loss to reach.
As the cold night air begins to seep it’s way into this vast and seemingly infinite scape, so does the chaos every time that I close my eyes. For I can feel the panic rising, and I can see the violence brewing. I can see lines march darker than what I had envisioned before, for they seek to mold me into the inevitable, they seek to mold me into what I have always knew I would become. They seek to claim me as their own, without my say or my blessing. But no longer am I slave to these opposing sides of darkness, and no longer will I be a victim to the false light which has corrupted this all. For while these scars, bruises, and traumas alike may cry and ring out across dark and cold nights – I will continue searching for the only thing left remaining which can help me fight for the fate I deserve, the only thing that shall lead me down the path of what was always meant to be – what will stay forever.