There is nothing in this world so set in stone, so brazen so bold. We cannot unearth the deepest secrets, we cannot comprehend the darkest of myths. We come up with our own ideologies and try to stencil in our conclusions, but just like writing in the sand, we are swept away by the untouchables.
This world is brimming with knowledge that most of us will never even catch a breath of in our short lifetimes. Our existence, thrown into the mixing urn of steel and fire, leaves us flailing and falling…waking into a darker side we have never dreamed. Life has been strange, difficult and calamitous. Oceans are pouring in and out of me and the night drags on, the blackest veil of enchantment.
I see the stars burst and die like happy little fireworks celebrating their time and death. I gaze upon the moon, ever increasing and growing in significance. I remember the days when I would lose myself in branches of green, chase a squirrel flying through the forest, follow a dream leading out of the darkness…
Now I am faced with one battle after another, body and soul rendered from limb to spirit. Such murders only occur in the mind, leaving my days wartorn and breathless, harrow and senseless. In every season, a flower grows. A dying garden, a rising sun.
I do not know if life gets easier from here, or how long this journey shall take. Eight months and counting, the real battle lies ahead. What happened to hope and awesomeness? What happened to eluded promises and false fantasies?
I stand here now, in the middle of all things spiritual and worldly, in a life I never knew existed, in a dream I never knew pervaded…
