31 Oct Fates That Spread Like The Branches Below

My awareness has already been on steady enough route to know when the danger is looking. I know when those who claim to be so close, are in fact much further than in arms distance – drifting away at their own pace, while I am left here in the void, spinning out of space.  There is a knowing that all of these branches that extend towards multiple flames, whilst roots reaching towards the sky – will soon meet their end. For so long multiple paths have diverged over and over like a vicious cycle, like an apple that has been cut over and over, till nothing remains except the sadistic fluid that leaks from it’s pores, a fluid that has flashed before my eyes – many times before.

The core to this all, where both root and branch, is a core I am not ready to set sights on. For the twisted and shadowy figure I can see that looms from above these branches is a monster of my own making, and it grows more and more hideous with each passing day. Within it’s shadows I can see the fates that are festering like a disease from it’s bark, they themselves speak of issues and ends that are much too complex for me to know about, for even now – the end that was once in sight has now began to drift away from my mind. I know it will surely return, like a visitor in the night, it is waiting for this violent light that will soon burn with rage, to fade. It is waiting on darker and dimmer thing, it is waiting for my knees to touch the ground.

The time I spend standing here as my legs begin to weaken and eyes begin to fix on the embers that have now start to burn – our almost like moments that suspend time itself, time spent is a much more hyper-reality. For when I gaze upon what all of this friction and heat has created – I see all of the potential pass me in shimmering speeds, like a neon blur. I can see the rise of what was once desired, and the fall of all that I am, a life spent tangled in wire, and even a death from the fire, the visions are endless, as they spread so far above – towering much like the castles once had.

Don’t speak to me with words of comfort, rather show me a branch that is resistance free. A branch that longs for traverse, one that itself dreams of a new beginning – met at the core.