28 Apr Beacons of Lights (Truths & Freedoms)

The events following the arrival were much so, just like I had expected, yet to a much greater degree. For it was then I knew truly you were a thing of the past, lost within timespace, never to be seen or found again. It was a pain that pierced my very soul, and while my heart cried out in agony as I had begun to accept what was now the obvious and blatant truth, time had begun to twist and change, much like before, as I began to then this place for what it was, in essence. Truly, it was a place of beauty, a haven that I had once sought to call home, a place of great fortune and mystery.

With this know known, I knew at that very moment, that I had been finally set free. And though the sea still calls out to me in it’s eerie, yet enticing and hypnotizing way, I know the finals paths of this place have finally been opened up to me, and that I had always meant to travel them. For the exile is now gone, and with the lines now lifted, I can fully make my way across this place as I so please, free to rest when dreamy, and free to no longer exist when the time comes.

The true mourning has only just begun, but while I am awaiting the infinite pain, that I know must surely take place, I shall continue to move forward, past this strange place, and into a place of higher heights and greater paths. The architect that towers over me so, here, has to begun to speak to me in low octaves, speaking of a phase that will lead to some places of higher achievement, of greater challenge, of cleaner slates and tests that must be taken. I know now, that this cannot be my place, for now. For I am always moving, and I must always continue forward.

I dream of fourths and forces which guide me peacefully to earth. But none of them compare to what you once were. The poison that infiltrated us all from the outside had found it’s way in, and by then there was nothing I could do to reverse the effects, the damage had already been dealt. And though my love had been infinite, I knew such visions and premonitions had spoken otherwise about what was to come. For after all, empty platforms had been where it all spun, and empty platforms had been where I had returned.