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For probably the final time, the winds of these Plains are calling out to me once again. What felt like many months of confusion, doubt, and fear, I now feel that a sudden Rising is now needed to take hold of the future that is waiting beyond my sight. The clouds in which are at a stand still in the sky just in front of me seem to be waiting to reveal a new world, a new darkness, that is just seeking to swallow all that I am. For the first time in awhile, I must pray that I will be alright. Though fear itself is not enough to hold me back, this does not mean that evil vibes or mystery and violence can not be sensed in this strange land that seems to be right ahead. Picking up my pace, and running through these Plains, I oddly feel that I am not running alone, some sudden presence, racing down these paths with me are felt, not just one, but many, once again I am reminded that I am never truly alone.
From the Cavern walls I’ve dwelt, all seems to have been preparation for this very moment, the ridding of these sticky fear, and developing the mind to such a curious point to search out these lands and discover them to their entirety. Though now, I am oddly attached to these Plains, as they represent how things used to be, somewhat peaceful, but with a sudden evil lurking every second. Once again, I must depart from my comfort zone, into something much more dangerous for my heart, mind, and soul.
“The World is far to big for our minds to be shut tight” This statement, speaks to much, said by the fragile Astronomers which as well travels the lands of this mysterious world. Because I know my days are limited, and my death is inevitable, and neither of which I know to any sort of extent, this enables my heart to call out to me, as my eyes see the darkened lands, much like the Cavern Walls, which must collapse.
Souls from both the living, and deceased, may be around me at every moment, but we are all seem so alone when it comes to survival, these struggles in which we face, inevitable for each of us, often are the deaths in which we are completely unable to predict. Some struggles, so un-unnecessary, and frustrating to see bestowed upon others, makes the evil lurking around every corner more suspicious than my eyes can naturally see. For soon, I must confront this evil, this force, more wars lie ahead, and I sense that is is very well possible I may lie victim as prey, although this time, this darkness will need reinforcements.
Not too far ahead down this path I am racing upon, what seems to be a modern horse, equipped with a saddle of opportunity, is waiting to display yet a new Exhibition of new journeys waiting for me. The departure is near, I race faster as these morning skies fade, I kiss these beautiful dawns goodbye.