28 Oct To Drift Towards The Edge

I’ll never know the exact moment that came about that lead me to the decision to walk this path. Perhaps it was a millions of moments, all combined into one that had ultimately created the decision, perhaps time played no role whatsoever, perhaps all this time – it was fate. I may never know, and even still, my head spins hours upon hours shimmering in place while what we call time passes by. It is a state that has cursed me for so long, a state that lingers like a disease, slowly chipping away at the fire I so desire to burn bright.

The blackness that lurks in towards this edge is a hue of darkness I feel I have always known, but never met. It is just there, never ending. This rediscovery speaks volumes to me, for even now my fear fades quicker each moment this Twilight burns brighter, preparing to release it’s rage across this place. It is within this blackness, at the edge, in which the echoes await, they linger here and they reach for me, waiting for the moment that I drift out of place, entering there space. But even now, as I linger here at the border, the Shadows which have now begun to march upon us yet again, this time burning with all of their might – wait for us to make a choice.

When the moment counts, my mouth can’t seem to grasp the words, and when the moments gone my mind ceases to race, my heart, ceasing to burn. For time slips away in this place, much quicker than any other place I have set foot on. The time here I know will soon begin set a timer for me, for as a path to the flame has now been set, a voyage of the fire will surely come to follow. A voyage that speaks not only of fires, but wars and fates. A voyage that is set to guide one to a much darker night, a much more sinister night, as all we know begins to fall – as all we know begins to come to an end.