03 Feb Re-Awakenings (From Chances to Fates)

There is a morphing that has begun to grow at an uncontrollable rate inside of me, a morphing that had been locked away and swept to sleep by dimmer happenings of some far and distant timeline. This morphing slowed by the timelines that I had seen so clearly be swept across my eyes, slowed by the very fate I had managed to slip away from an era ago; a morphing which had at long last been set free during the long and tiring hours of the second awakening. 

This same morphing that grows within me now is reaching a new threshold, close to it’s breaking point, and ridding the remaining vicious and treacherous waves that the 6th Sleep has bestowed upon me. This morphing has whispered words to me of some strange and mysterious ends. It glimmers flickers of some hundreds of fates which dance gracefully within the distant city lights. This morphing that grows within me now is the only potential exit remaining in this place of where light meets shadows, where truth meets the lies, where fates meet origins, a place some call the “In Between”.

The time I have spent here as of recent has been one of some dark and wretched sleep. Though I nearly ceased to exist while this force kept me forced underneath it’s violent waves, the morphings have proved to be a deliverance of sort, yet at the same time, a fate that shall inevitably, eventually prove to either be a blessing or a curse.

The sleep that had swept over me was one of great enlightenment, however, all enlightenment holds it’s dark sides, for in this place I have learned this. For I have spent hours envisioning elegant dresses making their way down long and winding stair cases, and eyes that seemed to stare directly into my very soul.

But upon my awakening, I know the shadows which I hide in now will not keep me safe from the darkness that lurks just beyond my reach. The darkness that awaits us all who reside in this place seek to swallow us whole, and all that we are. It is a darkness that contains truth far beyond what the mind has been proven to know among the men who claim to know it so well. It is a darkness that seeks to bring about end to all things and beings who are no longer worthy. I know that now, I must face this darkness, and this confrontation is deemed to be a long, winding, exhausting one. 

The fear that the 6th sleep once held me to is quickly fading, and the frozen chains which keep me barred to these walls of shadows are soon to loosen, though much of me has long since been free, I am not free in my entirety; either wanted or unwanted, a certain freedom is deemed to be bestowed upon me. It is these very types of freedoms which I seek to have the freedom to choose for myself. And so awoken I have, tired eyes and all, I must continue my time here in the In | Between.