11 Dec The Flame, The Fire

The flame, an integral part of this process, a crucial catalyst for what has since happened following the day’s of fearlessness. In reality it has always been within this line, yearning, desiring, and longing to be one with me – no matter how far gone and no matter how lost I have been and or will become. It has always known it’s purposes, like born with it’s prophecy in mind, living a life of fulfillment, here one moment gone the next – but regardless it’s presence had always counted for something.

I have long since claimed this flame now as my own, for found within the depths of hollows where the Universe supports my darkest of thoughts, it kept burning bright as the only beacon left to guide me from out of the self-fulfilling desires of the shadows that no longer wished to serve me. This flame now that I have claimed, the final of the flames that exists within this line has now served it’s purpose, for it knows now that I am prepared to meet with whatever final fate awaits – ultimately meaning that the fire that is must now become shall be it’s last act before fading along with a dying line, it’s last act before being consumed by the cold and darkest nights that await. It’s fire will serve at the catalyst to my burning yet fleeting and dwindling passions and desire to survive, whilst also being my ultimate weapon to fight against the remaining treacherous terrors that seek to pull me from whatever fate is meant to be met. But alas, it’s own desire, like a mind of it’s own – will make sure that it will burn bright, like  a final neon light that this place will ever know.