21 Jul Introspective

The void that I had once spent so much time warring with has now begun to take it’s toll on me. It has caught up at an incredible and frightening speed – still seeking to swallow me whole. This infliction of pain I have for so long bestowed upon myself, though unwillingly has now become a feeding grown for this void and so now I am left ready to wage war on this force once again.

In this age full of darker shadows and fates that still remain unknown to me, I have learned what keeps my blood running, what keeps my blood flowing cold. These whispers and dreams of last words, steps and days leaves me with a filling of indispensable potential and of infinite futures. But even whispers and dreams do not last forever, for I know once the final hours of soon to be ember twilight begins to fade, so will all else that meant anything to me. So will all that I ever had. For a fall like none other awaits not only from deep inside of me, but also lurking within every shadow that awaits my findings – and soon I must endure it all.

Now I’ve seen this all before, in a place of last chances and blinding lights, in an hour where all that I was and all that I ever could be was left within the palm of my hand. As what was once told to me, this would all happen again, and so it has. Am I the culprit? Or am I a mere passenger in all of this, one who in which yields such limited power that the direction I seek to shift can only be manipulated ever so slightly. The exhaustion has settled in, and just like when the Shadows began to Rise the visions I see are of mostly darker nights and fiery twilights, and even fewer of you and I.