The Day Before. (Undergoing Re-Writing as 05/25) (Sequences 1-4 finished)

Sequence Nine.

Sequence Nine.

As I lie here dying, my last note heals. Fog bellows in shame, below the holds. Chains rattling in darkness, for years to come, showing folds. For no fun left but scarred wastelands. A fight I must overcome, we must, we must say we won. A fight that will leave the Earth torn and worn. Fractured by something that maybe has not yet happened. I need to find the truth. I need to soothe.

 Maybe the truth has yet to be found, truly. Maybe these memories have been all but warnings, found maybe. Maybe found. Where am I now? I remember nothing once again, but never I do. Painful travesties covered in tapestries, and everything but glue. Napping on the edge of time, and paralleled by you. For nothing is now, and now you are too.

Here with me rests the truth, as everywhere else lies, and the margins due. In this line, we find. We find everything about everything, but not yet do we mind. Why am I talking to you, you do not exist. I will go back to myself, as I am all that is there.

I come back to this one place I have been here before. I remember something about it but nothing comes forth. Something happened here, something big. So big it had to be, it probably spilled. Spilled all over, like a blotch in time. A hole. A hole in the mind.

A hole in the ground is before me. A piece of wood lies in this hole. It says something, but as I pick it up, it falls apart and turns to dust. Am I even close?

How long has it been? So long... I think, but I cannot refrain. I have to say one more thing. I forget. I fall asleep again.

(Sorry, Editing)

Then I wake up again. Water splashes into my face making me writhe. My eyes open to see sunlight. It feels real.

Water splashes into my face making me writhe.

The cold air tingles as the wind it blows and the rain it sprinkles. Water splashes into my face making me blind for a moment or two. Waking me kind of I cannot deny too. That water is blood though, how uncouth. Why is there blood? Am I losing my mind?

I see an eye in my eyes that is now seeing me watching myself see what I am. The truth has, clearly, been left behind. I will go back to look for it, it is far behind.