15 Oct In Shadows I Trust

Times are quickly becoming more and more sinister with each passing day. I have once grown weary, for tired eyes and sleepless nights are all I have grown to know now- and with it has come the settling in of this new darkness. The same kind of darkness that I have been warned of long before Shadows began to rise. I have become infatuated with this blackness, and interested in this danger – much like I used to be. It is as if my heart truly yearns for it, for I now get a rush out of this chaos – while my ever lasting and tiring spirit is searching for calm. Inevitably, I know a new crisis will soon take place, one that will involve a blackening of perhaps my very soul, and while I do not know the purpose of what this event may hold, it is in shadows that I trust that I move forward.

Unlike before, I can feel the heat begin to rise in my veins and my blood begin to boil with each passing moment. For I know that what I search for – the final flame, is somewhere in reach. The last of the light that remains in this place in between, that last of the light that I may see before inevitable darkness takes hold. I have learned to dream awake, and with this, I have come to know of the expanding depressions within this experience. The shadows whisper to me words of what has become of all of this, as it was never meant to last. They know speak to me of an hourglass that has been flipped for one final time – for a force much greater than anything I have ever come to know awaits in the distance with all it’s might, a force I must confront before I can take what I yearn. A force I will come to know in it’s entirety, for prophecies are undying in this line, and have long since been set into motion.