12 Dec The Death of Old Cycles

Older cycles have begun to perish. They have begun to squeal and squirm as their very essence has begun to twist and turn, rip and tear. It is a painful scene to watch, yet my mind and heart know it is all for the best. I have witnessed first hand what such treacherous things can do to a being. For with death chasing me, enticing me with it’s appetizing beauty; I know I must begin to fight harder, eyes locked onto life.

Times are heavily changing as faces and features like I’ve never known before have begun to make their way into my reality. The journey here is a lonely one, but I know others much like me are also veiled within these shadows; perhaps sleeping within the comfort of strange and infinite futures, or perhaps stuck in a vicious cycles, one that in which pulls them in directions they have never known before.

I know that the possibilities are countless and endless, and once again I have grown stagnant. But unlike before, my mind and the essence within me are been fondling within darker hours, plotting for movement that is now soon to take place. I have fallen many times since I made my return; for the pains and longings have never faded, and echo’s have never stopped resonating. But despite this, all that I am knows that remaining in this place is no longer an option. For a force, much like the one I used to know has returned, and it shall carry me through the new Frontiers that are soon to be met.