11 Nov Those Who Remain

The way I’ve known things, the way we all have known things, has begun to shift and spin once again. For the time that betrays us all has begun to move at a much faster rate. It is flicking across these lands like a dimming ember; and though it may moving quickly, it’s light is something that I have never seen before. The place that stands before me now is a place much darker than what I have been accustomed to. Darker periods have come and gone throughout this journey, this I do not doubt for a single second. The inside this place that lies between both sides, contains a darkness that had only been rumored to exist from within me, a darkness that was once accused to be of me, of my heart.

The foundations which I have built things on has long since collapsed, and with it came tumbling all I had used to know. With blackened sleeps now creeping their way in once again; time will only tell what impact this darkness will seek to have on me, and all that I am. A war is soon to commence here, and while I have grown tired of fighting, my heart has begun to tell me there is no other way than this, which entails existence. The sun has became foreign to many of us now, we spot the blinding headlights floating across dim and barren concrete, only to soon realize that they will come for us.

The lights that we seek remain buried beneath leagues of darkness, a treasure that lies buried beneath bones and flesh of bodies that had once belonged to souls which left this place, much too early. But despite this, we dig, and search; hoping and praying that all would not be lost in vain. These transitions are now up to me to make the proper move, to break the treacherous reverberation of these echo’s for all of eternity. But in order to do this, I must become the very darkness I sought to flee from, all this time.