In These Moments

I'll stand in this dark cold desolecent place where fear has yet to reach. Where decisions you made created an emptiness that not even the fires of my rage could not fill. For the darkest of all nights could not hinder the heart beat that some how still lay dormant within. As hours fall away from the clocks face turning each into a new day. Days they pass, one by one, quickly becoming weeks, months, then years. Not a word spoken, not so much as a sound made. In this place where the scarred carry their wounds proudly. Where all those who once walked so blindly through life can now see what they never could before. Many times I wished for this day, hoping it would come. A part of me retained a doubt that this would never be.

Those memories. All those memories of you slowly begin to fade. First the painful ones, then the good ones. Leaving behind only the most painful one of them all. The last of these that will not fade. Instead it becomes a kind of motivation I can not explain. It drives the desire and determination to do what I must. It stands as a clear sign that nothing can get in the way of. Beconning me, calling me, screaming from inside as a constant reminder that above all else, this is far from over. These fires must continue to burn, these days of darkness must continue to last. All this time, all these memories, are they to have all been in vain?

The thought purges deeper. The soul no longer bound by limits, or imagination restricted. For what the mind seeks the physical has found a way to obtain. So in light of the wrong I've felt, despite the forgiveness I've lent. Still you must burn. For every moment that is not ashes in the wind, a part of this soul continues to die. No matter the days, no matter the nights, no matter how much time remains. This life must be lived from within. We are who we are, I am who I am. I can and will be nothing else. Live within these moments and become lost in them. I will live for the moments to come, and seek those that come after.

These days no longer shall bind our time to what could have been. They shall now stand for what will be.