From one shore to another…lost in the sands of time.
Current mood:Non-Existant
Covered in blood…that’s all I remembered in the beginning in this new life. Pain and blood…the very essence of death…the very real truth about life. But I didn’t die, no…but I had died. Traded my flesh for what will one day become harder stuff. I hope at least I had not made the wrong decision in my quest to become more than a mere man. Though I have lost some interest in that life I led before, I have to lead a new life now. If I was alone before I am more alone now. No…I can’t let my dark thoughts inkle into my waking life…I fight demons in the land of dreams. This world is full of horrible things, things you would not believe. Just because they hide behind the mask of men and women does not mean they are any less real. The devil is real…I know…because I have had it in me for as long as I can remember. It fed in my fears…fears...fear if not for any other name I had it in me I was afraid of myself, the things I could do the evil within the heart of everyman who did not fight to remain true to goodness. A hero does not things out of his heart but it is of his selfless nature that others may embrace the hero within. We are all going to die, but how will we be remembered? Shall we have written stories that people will one day read and wonder what were truly trying to say? I don’t know and I hope it doesn’t matter in the end wither we stand and fight or sit and take it. That the weak may rise up and overtake the rich and oppressive. Hmmm…that a lot of shit. The weak would rather remain weak and the rich don’t have anymore-bright ideas to do with all that power. Its laughable really. I would see justice served if all those who died defending the weak rise up again to only show them how many have died for them…how many selfless souls given up for what…The weak…oh they are powerful when they are cutting the heads of the rich. Funny how those in power always have someone else they can put into power. But the Poor…they only get the scraps of the powerful…to be their leaders. Its gonna end badly for the human race…I had seen it since was young. People killing people for nothing…people living…for nothing…people to die…for nothing. And so to uplift my spirit within…I became nothing. And I finally saw the end of the rainbow.
What lies behind the waves and the folded darkness that shrouds...
I saw the hammer…. I reached for it…. dammed if I knew what was going to happen next. I was there when the snowflake formed…I saw the gears turn as the hammer went down. It was my hand the hammer had bonded to, I knew what would happen when it came down…I knew what would happen if I did not. Destruction is not the end…now everyone tried to stop me, fools…they know not what they do. The world I knew is gone, only one consciousness will judge the rest of them. I see them now across the horizons…looming…peering…but they cannot see me. I had hidden from them where they cannot see. I hide in the flesh of one of them, to still his mind and his chaotic breath that he brought to words he had spoken. Even if in dreams did he speak them…he spoke them…he hated the enemy more than I ever did…I savor his conviction…his beliefs…so much that when he died…I became him. All he had to do was give the word, to either give him freedom or to give him death. Why have one over the other…why not have them both. To have everything I ever wanted I had to pay off a debt to someone…something. Some say the only sin we all carry is the sin of birth…I had to set that straight with myself. I had to take a leap of faith and faith alone. I would have died a happy man knowing that I was about to join the mystery we all have to go to when we die. Now I live within the realm of mystery…I did die…I just didn’t understand the full story or even the rules of the eternal game until I did die. I suppose that I had been doing this forever, forever in the quantum sense. I had probably lived this life over and over again, though each time different…I had always remained the same. I had always been Chanly Smann…I had always been known to myself. All the stories…every written word…every idea…every moment…I found all these things in darkness beyond sleep and death. And what was forgotten lost…was again found…self-styled…self-defined. So many things I want to do…so many things I need to do. Though this world is new…I still need to watch and wait for the right time…the right place…for a mystery to reveal substance. The mirror I stared in was a dark one…I knew not what the reflection was…it was not about what it reflected…it was always about if I was willing and ready to step through…to reach the other side. As the drowning man must find the surface…so to do I rise to meet the surface…what was dead now alive, dreaming silent beneath icy cool waves.
