01 Aug Of Souvenirs & Shadows

From deep down inside I can already feel the hole, that empty space, the very void that began it’s birthing within me during the day’s when the In Between began bursting at it’s seams. It is this very barren space from deep inside of me that has caused me to drift into this expansive place that lies within centers so large, this place still remains foreign to me. Now I know not of how to shed this barren space that has began to expand from the inside, not devouring but releasing more and more hatred by the day, exhaustion, and cycles that I once sought to rid for eternity; cycles that will surely whisper to the violent echoes that wait to be called from beyond, echoes that in which still shake me to my core till this very day.

Now that I have gathered the dreams and memories that I once as well as still hold dear, I know the forces that lurk within the corners of this place will soon descend upon me, seeking to wage war. But it is now, that I feel I may be able to bring the war to them. For the darkness of my own may be just as powerful as that of another’s. For the crevices, corners, and archways of this place speak of an age that has forever been forbidden, an age that has been so dreaded, so resisted that it has lead many to ruin. An age of shadows, and age said to lead those to partake on it’s path to their final fate, an age that will ultimately bring one to their end. 

While it comes and goes, the fear that once ran rampant inside of me has run dry; and while I know the void that is soon to spin up once again will seek to spew and spin up more fear than this heart of mine can handle; I also know that I must act fast to confront these forces that have kept me at bay for so long. And though I know their darkness can very well devour me to no return, I also know that darker nights await me following this violent Twilight that will soon violently burn across this place. It is during this very Twilight I know these Shadows seek to rob pieces and fragments that we all hold dear to us; claiming them as their own. 

I can hear them marching from beneath me, I can feel their energy like a darkened flame beginning to descend. I can sense the strength inside of me yearning for an ember to keep itself at bay; for though I may walk dead, I am not dead yet. For it is because of souvenirs that I have been able to reclaim the vision to see these forces, to see the final, yet minuscule opportunity that awaits me. And though it may lead me to my end, I still keep in mind the promise I made to myself all those eras ago – a promise that is not beginning to fade, to expire. An expiration so bright, so loud, it signals the return of Shadows, the igniting of a flame up for grabs. An expiration so crucial, it has brought upon an age of shadows.