My world is caving in.
The roads I take to self-clarity are fading into the abyss,
And the only thing I can do besides watch this ending unfold is attack my brain with vindictive thoughts and confide in those causing the issue.
The people living in the prison of my skull have resorted to cannibalism while those on the outskirts don’t know the gravity of the situation.
And in all honesty, I’ve given up on caring.
Slowly but surely the smoke of my blown-out candle carries with it the last remaining speck of hope while I become a machine, unable to perform without being programmed, and I become another number on society’s list of fucked-up teens.
Another number of those who left the pages of their novel untouched and unfinished.
Clarity is an interesting thought.
It’s not something I was able to see or touch yet there was an ounce, somewhere in my body, that helped me live rather than survive.
That being said, the dripping droplets draining from the waterfall of awakening are drying up as they descend onto my lap and onto the page I write on.
I can see the end, it’s as near as the hand I wipe my cheeks with, yet I can never seem to truly reach it.
It’s a dome of ecstasy my body is rejected to, and like the repulsion of magnets, my negative will never be any closer than a few inches to the negative of my final curtain call.
With the thought of this being an interlude, that the real Ragnarök is only a tale told by those who never truly opened their books and saw that this catastrophic mess leading to the inevitable path of oblivion had two roads with another reaching their second act, I come to terms that not all clarity can be lost.
Those who gave up on the battle long before it started had the clarity of sanity, and those who somehow continue to live their lives on the battlefield had the clarity of courage.
So I stand before these roads, one broken, the pavement cracked, a doomed pit of darkness at the bottom with just a few logs of wood to climb across and a long winding road ahead, the other, a paved path, beautifully made with red bricks, saturated trees and rose petals guiding the way, I choose to face my fears and climb over the abyss pulling me down.
The road is dark, winding, and absolutely terrifying, but what lies ahead is nothing compared to the fact that my world is caving in…but my story hasn’t reached its ending.