22 Sep Equality (Of Segments & Centers)

Worn and Torn like the cloth that once rested upon your back as you made your way throughout infinite plains and fields, glimmering sharply within the peak hours of the morning sunrise; you have now begun to find another way. But unlike that place you once traversed, the place in which you are headed to now, will be like none-other. For even though the cavern walls had shown you darkness, you have not yet truly seen what the darkest night has to offer.

Our departure is always a solemn offer, like a glimmering cease of existence – spinning in a corner alongside echoes and shadows of some strange and mysterious past. You had once held great faith in him, but where did it all go? How and why did that vanish? Much like the truths and promises that swallowed up by some blackened sea, he in his entirety has begun to make way into a place, yet to be discovered by many.

Cycles have always sought to make their way here again, and while they may very well seep through the seems that this old house can no longer hide, the shakings and new cycles that are soon to be born will come to a clash with what once was, and with that, shall create this darkened place our soul yearns for ever-so-strongly, yet at the same time, our body quivers in fear at the very thought.

The depths of your words held the power to penetrate my very core, like no other. We shall never truly know if the right choice was made, for at this time, every part of his body speaks of different answers, different results; they have all been shaken out of sync, aligned aggressively on different places; and so, this is where it begins.