As I sit to observe this accursed world a sense of longing feeds beneath my feet. A fog that spreads beyond the walls of my vision to an end that portrays light. In this heavenly light lies the truth of all in understanding to even the less knowledgeable. Though not to say that all will begin in comprehension for all may not ask. All may not plead their time to the studies required for such understanding. Mastery of both read and written literature, and the ability to create has been lost to time whilst our understanding of the way has become long distant. Compulsive occurrences throughout history stamp the hour of humanity to six. A count to doomsday that only ticks closer to destruction. Quite a day of grace for those beyond for such humanity acts as scum to my feet. I’ll rise above all in my promises to become better, to become divine.
