17 Apr The Final Plea

My eyes have begun to grow tired, inevitably, once again. As I have begun to drift off into some strange, yet short sleeps during these periods, visions of some far and open sea, seem to flood my mind. Such a sea under the starry sky, speaks to me of a life that lurks, a faith that creeps, and a path that awaits, lonely  for all of eternity.

But even with all of these things, the cries I have shouted, and the begging I have done will not be enough for time to change it’s ways. For they have told me at this point, during this time, the crucial things similar to this are no longer in my gasp, no longer in my power, apart of my will no more. Perhaps it was meant to be left like before, unspoken and silent, like a familiar grave that awaits some visitation on a lonely hill, for all of eternity. 

Only days remain until the new departure takes place, and awhile I remain patient, vigorously preparing my entire being for the setout of this strange place, and to finally put an end to this all. For to be able to move forward, this must all be a thing of the past, this must all no longer keep me bound to earth. I will be moving faster soon, and such speeds will loosen these changes, while shaking this very heart of mine. 

It is true, I never truly lost hope, but hope seemed to have lost me. And while hanging on so tightly has been a shadow of mine for so long, I know that the bright and glimmering lights of the last day’s will clear these shadows, and maybe even put me at rest once the task has been completed. No longer shall I fight for what is no longer mine, nor will I seek to forget. I know there are echos, and I know how quick they move. Accepting such things, I also know that I must move forward, for my very being, all that I am, cannot remain here any longer.