14 Oct Breaking Twilight

What is my worth? Was all that I had done truly worth it? I’ve come to questions all I once claimed to come to terms with once again. Questioning my design and this reality, and what desperate way’s I could bring you back to me. I’m being reminded of afternoon when I was ignorant of exiles. I’ve begun to recall my failures that still shackle of me, trial after trial. My purpose is fading fast, and I’m losing grasp on all that is left, all that I have spent so much time holding onto.

In these beckoning day’s, where a violent storm crafted by a force of Twilight like I have never seen before – I have begun to act like a much faster man. I am seen more as a fool now than ever before, and I feel even more useless now than ever before – yet my heart still carries on towards what calls to it.  What will it take to reach the breaking point? Much like the violent ray’s that now piece through the shrouded morphings that have long since taken place far above. I can see the hastiness of the light making its way to the ground, and now my mind has embarked on wild journeys of flames.

I know not how long, I know not how sinister. I know not how violent, I know not how fleeting. But I know that a fire is coming. i know that flares that I’ve seen shimmering in futures before are destined to become something great, something dangerous, something new. I know very well what I had lost at the bottom of some treacherous sea, and I know the person who I am, the very person I’d be willing to give up to reach it all again. I know a ghost who seeks embers – he is whispering to me now. I know a man who remembers, he’s showing me my failures now. I know a force like fiction, it’s irritating my wounds. I know the line I’ve followed, it’s the last I’ll hold onto.