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Tides of Darkness, Waves & Dangers

My faith has lead me to a place that is further than your reach has ever been able to extend. At one point in time, we stood on equal ground. Our minds were the same, identical in a way. You spoke great words of wisdom to me, which helped me evolve in ways my wildest dreams hadn’t even stirred up. But now, you are with the echo’s. The same echo’s which seek to claim me as their own. I have ran, I have hid, I have even sought to cast them out; but now I am quickly learning that my efforts are futile.

The forces that I so direly wish to evade that are coming now – is of some inevitable timeline. Though the frozen walls that have once stood have collapsed, and remained scattered across strange lands till this day, I know this new place, in a way, is something similar. It seeks to cause similar reverberations throughout my core, lifting me and pulling me in several directions. My heart is confused now, for flashes of what was once known always seem to seep through darkened and cold blackouts. My voice no longer carries the strength that it once had, and my vision has begun to decay, as my tired eyes become ever-more heavier, with each passing hour.

The will-power which resides in me however, is growing. It is rising at a staggering rate, but while it’s will is floating ever-higher, the rest of me grows weaker, more desperate and longing for what was once had. I know that those times will never return, despite cycles seeking me out once again. For with that I am now open to all what may occur here. And though I know losing everything once more will only result in entropy much larger than what I can handle; I know I will continue on til that day comes. They once told me that all tides that rise come to a fall. The same tide never seems to rise again, the collective as a whole is always rising, somewhere, sometime, somehow. Perhaps this was never meant to resonate to me; but I know the place I am in now speaks of similar words. For the shadows that have begun to creep in from above speak words of a darkened sleep, a place where visions will change the very foundation that I have come to know, a time that has been awaiting that is now on the horizon; and a war that is now at my very doorstep.

Perhaps I am a fool to be here, but this is where the path has led. And until a cross-road is met, I shall continue forward.

 

~ This is the In | Between

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