01 Jan The Time Continuum Part I

These moments that are passing by now are so gentle, yet violent all at the same time. It’s like feeling everything all at once, the passing of the eras and ages alike, the closing in of this reality as it begins to flood with chaos – and below, knowing that nothing but death, the end of who I have come to be here, and the true, infinite void await. The fear I have left behind has left me with a null feeling of it all, I do not wish to be a part of what awaits, nor do I yearn to be a part of the chaos that has begun to spiral into this reality – it is as if I am still caught in between, like a fish out of water, but unable to die. I can see the passage of time clearly now, much more clearly than I ever have before – it’s movements are strange to me, and though my eyes can perceive of it, I still fail to understand it. I close my eyes as the thoughts and dreams that I once knew so well begin to pass by my ever-drifting mind once again, they whisper gently to me that what is to come is the result of final fates that have been chosen, the result of the path walked, the result of one who is now fading with thoughts of regret.

When I close my eyes, I always yearn for the moment where I’d hear you calling my name once more, yearn for the moment where I am taken off into an existence where a line which resonates so much more with who I once yearned to be is of the truth, and not of the lies and deception I have come to accept as the reality now – a reality that is now dying right before my very eyes, as chaos seeks to take hold of this new temporal space. This is all unlike something I have ever witnessed before, the neon fates from all around me have demanded that I close my eyes to what is about to happen, for in witnessing the process that follows will surely blind me like I won’t believe. There is little left that I can take in these fleeting moments, and I know that in a blink of an eye, I’ll be at the hands of fragile time and final fates all the same.