The Only Truth Worth Fighting For

There are moments in life, when time seems to stop and each breath is as long as an Age, each moment a whisper of eternity. Such moments are rare indeed and fleeting, missed with the blink of an eye if you are not vigilant, as Chaos rushes in to undo that Singularity. We strive for truth, yet it is like the wind, we feel it but cannot grasp it, cannot hold it in our hands.

Our soul has cried out with despair crushed by overwhelming loss that few can fathom, for few can remember it. A scream that has pierced the darkness of space and awoken stars from their slumber. Tearing down the veil to see beyond the skein of things, to see Fate’s gentle hand wipe away the tears that fell like liquid fire into the cosmos, giving birth to new worlds.

Though sorrow fills my bones, so too does Rage and it burns like the void. Haunting the corners of our mind, seeking an escape. We have imprisoned ourselves and thrown away the key beware the one that sets it free. Joy, it has had a place in our heart, a burning coal too small to start, if but someone had the match to set it ablaze, it would shine like a thousand suns.

The time winds they play tricks, false visions and fleeting half-truths, deceptions game. It's a tricksters' paradise; the fools and the kings bow and bend to powers pursuit. There is nothing outside that can ever bring peace, peace is earned in the trials of war where justice strides the battlefield to leap rend and tear. Its all a game, and the only real choice in a rigged game, is not to play the game at all.

The real trick is to stay calm in a raging storm, but once you realize you are not outside the storm, but the storm itself well then, its time to play. Here in this place, in this time we have decided to stay, and although time has eaten away at this moment there are still many more to come. So we shall not waste another day dreaming of a life we once had, we would like to create it, even if it means the shattering of this present one.

Our soul is a Dragon and would shatter these chains, this flesh that binds, this human mind that struggles to understand is not the I, it is the Me and We have stretched out our shadow in the hopes of capturing a glimpse, a spark of the beauty we once knew, in a world long ago lost in the swirl of stardust and dreams. The Fates heard my whisper, a wish born of fairy tales now the veil fractures at the seams, bleeding into this reality a Love older than the stars. A force that cannot be compared, for its mind power shared.

We have crossed the vastness of our mind, only to circle back to her again and again, the phantom girl who has haunted my dreams, it seems since the beginning of time. Always there, never quite knowing, always hoping… To one day embrace her and hold her in my arms, to hear the heartbeat in her chest and she mine, to know that we were not dreaming, that we are made real: of flesh, blood, and bone.

Are any not lost to the weight of existence? A force stronger than gravity, a weight lighter than air. We cross the streams of time, seeking, searching, always yearning never quit knowing, it is the heavy hand of Death that rests on my back urging me forward, ever forward. Heart beating to the drums of War. We fight, we die, again and again always for one Truth, for there is only one Truth worth fighting for and that is “Love”.