It was dark. The Sky was grey. It was so beautiful.
The moon, silver and touching, hung like a smile in the
night sky. The waves below beat against the cliffs. Such a thing, such a sight;
like a cold breeze chilling me to my soul. I raise my gaze to the stars above
leaving this world; I close my eyes devoid of life and being. My mind searches
the depths of my own disarray, for an answer I know deep inside. It was inside
me all along, fighting for a chance to escape.
I opened my eyes the waves still beat against the cliffs; I
pulled myself up and watched as the night crept on. I turned and walked away from the sea,
leaving my footsteps in the grass. My head, my mind, still clouded, still in
pieces. All transparent senses of self and being, I begin my journey.
“The world is not ready.” Utterances of a spirit. I turned
to face the essence next to me; she looked back towards the ever distant
horizon.
“We are not ready.”
The reply came fourth out of my mind. I turned once again and left the presence
alone. My shadows follow silently beside me. To be defeat to be lost to be
afraid, In turn, I left the stage for those to stumble and fall beyond me.
I was on my way.
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