The echo’s that I have now\u00a0faced are echo’s that do not ring familiar to me, in sight at least. Time and time again I have been left to wonder what tragedy must have taken place to set off such dangerous cycles. For I have now grown fatigued of what has come and what has gone, for it presents itself time and time again in a manner so familiar of darker days which had once begun to settle in, so long ago. I know now, however, that such times are making their way back in cycles which breathe of a new fasion. And while their arrival may come in a different form, they reveal themselves as cycles nonetheless, dangerous patterns trapping me, swallowing up my entire being.<\/p>\n
It was in these cycles that they presented you, stirring my heavy eyes off into a direction that still remains quite unknown to me. Illuminated, the essence you held was of something greater. Of a healing much higher than any healing I had ever endured, your being in it’s entirety, captivating and hypnotizing, full of the organic energy I seek to harness myself. Starting from the brokenness, you knew that I had desired her, so you told me the truth. Broken as I knew I’d be, the truth had set me free there, unlike here, where lies and mysteries still remain present. as I grow seemingly further from the answers that I seek.<\/p>\n
I know that soon you will return, you shape and form yourself in mysterious ways, but undoubtedly you will make your way back in again. I only hope that by then, I will be ready to fight once again. For soon a new Prime will be reached, and during that time wars will rage, and much will be lost. But with what little that remains after all this time, I no longer fear loss to the degree that I have once had before. I feel that this is what you would have ultimately wanted, though I can never be for sure, as all those knowings are nowhere to be found, separated and degraded – within the endless spaces of some bottomless, sea.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
The echo’s that I have now\u00a0faced are echo’s that do not ring familiar to me, in sight at least. Time and time again I have been left to wonder what tragedy must have taken place to set off such dangerous cycles. For I have now grown fatigued of what has come and what has gone, … Continue reading Whispers of the 6th Sleep<\/span>