27 Oct The Beauty of a Fall

Here at the bottom, darkness roams free. Like an infinite flowing river onto lands that drift into

higher planes of existence. Here at the bottom, there is no fear, only stillness, only doubt,

only now and then. Here at the bottom, the shadows infiltrate our very souls, tainting all we’ve

come to learn, yet at the same time; engaging it all into a battle which tests our very might.

Here at the bottom, it is not about being strong, it is only about the measures one is willing to

take to reach strength, to find it, to know it, to have it accessible. Here at the bottom, we often

have visions of those who now reside at the top. They are almost like figurative forms and shapes to us now,

however the echo’s speak of a climb even they had to endure. Here at the bottom wars have begun to brew.

The forces have begun to sharpen their blades, loading up their guns and are now marching down hallways towards doorums

where we rest. But sleep has become an extinct journey here. Though the 6th sleep prys at our very minds every existing second,

here at the bottom we are forced to stay prepared as our life is now at stake. For some place In-Between we have found ourselves,

and we will fight back in this war; even if it means our death eagerly awaits us at the end. For here at the bottom, we have learned

to find the beauty within the darkness, the beauty of the fall in which we have all endured – despite it being our greatest curse.

For the beauty is of a brave heart, and with a brave heart we are truly free….so they say. And now we shall see; as the shadows begin to creep

in ever so closely; we must now begin to move in this place or otherwise be forever lost within a tundra of infinite potential cycles.