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The Reckoning

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I wear veils to cover the silence. It builds and folds like time.
I wonder about death and its design. I often wonder if its following me and mine.
I'm not sure what message it wants to send me; I'm sure it thinks I'm not listening.
So its sends out memos and warnings. To prepare for the Reckoning.

No one is selling options. We only buy choices.
Options are light and dark. As final as silence and voices.
We can't buy paradise. We can buy hell.
We only get a story, a line, a decision and then time will tell.

I'm not counting time; Recompense is despair.
I'm not lying about the truth or the eventuality of reason or doubting fates into the air.
As I lay my head down I stare into the morning.
Its nothing but what it is. No one goes home until the Reckoning.

Its been a long month. Too much has been going on. Too many things that make me wonder and rethink my course. Finally I will see what I forgot, and forget what I've done. Its nothing but shadows in day, its nothing but darkness in the sun, its a realization that everything will fall and in the end, what can be done?

Wake me up soon.
I need light.

-Gen
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