Place

Depth and disruption, within this place of shallow time, gives way to eruption of the calm and calloused mind. Eternity was once a line in which these hallowed echos chimed, the fear of life described.

Parted paths explore the signs and narrowed thoughts into, entwine. Upon the seat within your mind, a thought does sit entranced, inclined.

Thought is forced and through aligned, negated by the taste of time. Forth coming is the trace of mine, this thought within this mind of I.

Forth and coming, sight through blind eyes. Emotion stirred with spoons of kind, this mind in which world is finite.

Time well spent with a message now sent. The questions answered, I fall silent. But even through this dark and quiet, I smile.

Now that I alone feel thought, with nagging emotions and questions naught, the peace that searched for a home in me has found it's place eternally.

Now that all is calm and warm.

I end the life of my past.

The now embraces me, and I rise higher than before.

Entirely am I now, entranced by the final moments in which my reality holds this form.