08 Nov | The Last Wednesday – Part 2 |

During Wednesday’s like these, it all begins to come to me slowly but surely. The reasoning behind how I rose to stand where I am today, the glimpses of how I will tremble and fall once that inevitable day arrives.  For it is during these days, that I begin to learn of all that I am – though I have barely even scratched the surface. I know with the time remaining within this place, these dark and empty corners seek to be explored, to be known, for whispers speak rumors of knowledge that they hold. I know with all of the ends that I am destined, only one will truly rid the poison and secrets that I have come to know throughout these eras, and only with that end shall I truly be erased. But still, fate has yet to make it’s move, echoes still waiting to make their mark; which means the faint, yet newfound presence I have discovered is all that I have to lead me through this. For during these times, time slips by, like a thief in the night – and so with every dwindling day, my every move counts. I know soon, in a state where I lose all control, I will be one with the echoes; one with you, one way or another – ultimately a fragment of an exile that once was, an exile that was birthed from a departure on a Wednesday.