26 Oct Hyperreal

I’ve mustered up a force that now plagues me and my moves. It starts with a desire which is held within us all, and it usually ends at the failures and shortcomings – right before the fall. Once again as the day’s now grow thinner, with the ending of an age near – I know a darker night is now quickly approaching, one in which I have been taught to fear. But now, I seek to tread to this place of the fearless, and join the ranks among those who have fallen with their hands un-clenched from the forces they once thought would make them. For now they have joined something greater that in essence is them, and so they move on.

We are all at war here, the spinning and shifting, growth and morphing of this plane is of something so hyper I would think it is out of control – and it very well may be. With everything beginning to now seem to unstable, I have now begun to see how foolish it is of me to try to control something so vigorous, moving at light-speed, with the mere physical force that has been provided to me. No, I am not just cells, but in a world of cells I dwell – and so I do what I can. I’ve grown tired of warring, the shadows that now march upon me and many alike are of some towering feat. I know I will lose to them, but how much will I lose? And will the climb back be of worth?

I crave of a pedestal. Not one given, but one earned. For even now, as I peer inside in preparation to drift off in the night, I feel I am not yet deserving. My will not as strong, my fire not yet bright, or having even been started – at that, when compared to the others who tread here In Between. But I move fast, and long since I have begun. For in my palms lies tension that will be put to use, tension that will be moved to help light the way, tension that will create dangerous, yet bright fires that will lead me to a reality that I truly desire.