Dissemination

I don’t know this way, do I?

I turn around to look at this, this slowly fading aurora, as it surrounds me, envelops me, consumes me? Have I already lost it all? Is this land but an epitome to the great adventure that we once had, when we were just foals, and we thought the world was far and flat. So simple, then it seems, that what began, should only end; and that the sands we shifted, the seeds we sowed, should be lost to the spiraling vortex of time, as a unhappy way to its loss, a forgotten path trudged only by one. There’s a fineness to that, a visibility of the most refined and twisted kind; standing, waiting for all of us to be swallowed and embraced by the great timelessness that is the abyss, a pitfall that we created of our own, and for our own, so that we would never be lost, so that we would never completely be discovered.

And so, it is with this that I begin; that I shall begin, beginning to look backwards, into the hole that we once created, that the lives we once lived shall not be lived in vain and the winds we regurgitated and please please don’t leave me I promise you you won’t be sad just please please help to be carried on afterthoughts we once called our own, only to shake and crumble on the vast scrutiny that punctuates our short and humble existence.

And so, do you know waves? Do you know pain?

Let’s begin.