02 Oct Intro Hollows

The essence of life is fragile, and I can begin to feel it breaking. The entire line in these quickly fleeting moments is ever-so sensitive to each pulsing moment in life. I can feel the piercing sounds that comes from this life – scratching the inside of the veil like nothing before. Each and every subtle movement during these times are crucial, for the veil between what is life and what is death is thinning and I now, firsthand, am beginning to experience the effects.

At this time, there are no wars left to be fought, the only conflict that remains is the treacherous course that this bitter road has put me on, as my only means to reach the last of the flame that remains – as the shadows shall soon devour everything within this place, bringing about an end to what I’ve known to be the in between. I have begun to slow during these day’s – like a helpless insect caught within a spiders web longing for a way out. For while hope has always meant the death of fear, the reality that is death has begun to settle in, in a much more unsettling fashion.

A is soon to come where the darkest of crevices spread like a wildfire, before fires begin, and where the wind shall howl towards decisions made that will impact the lines in ways my mind has yet to be able to comprehend. These times are nearing, and darkening all the same, these are times where in reaching what I once was, I will surely become all I am fated to be within the shadows.