20 Sep The Unwavering Void

I have been taken as part of the void once again, and this time, I fear it is of an permanence that I had only imagined to be possible in the nightmares that I’ve known. But then again, I must often come to the realization that this very line that I traverse now is nothing but a nightmare of it’s own kind. It is a reality that has spun out of control, spun out of grasp, something that I’ve lost control of ages ago. I have begun to fall apart beneath this nightmare, while you still war against forces that I am now a part of.

Before this path of fearlessness, I had always feared of becoming part of the echoes, of losing everything to them; but it is now that I realize that such forces have begun to extend towards reaches I could never aim to reach. My mind has now become dull in this action that is now at hand, and my feelings, now lifeless as I now seek out the remaining catalysts to reach a flame that has long since been whispered to me. It is in this moment that I am still, I cannot be staggered, nor can I be moved. In a way, I am much like the unwavering void that devours my all.

Though many may have partaken on a voyage such as the one that I do now, I do not know the number of those who have been devoured by such a force during the process. For while I can see the eyes of those that set embers to my slowly beating heart, the eyes that they hold can tell that they’re dwelling with a mere phantom, as the hourglass begins to take toll on this all.