To the world out there, there’s where the melancholy flows.
It might not be felt but it’s out there as serene as the white snow.
Hold on to some light, they said; was it really the light or the annihilation of self?
Light was never the light which it seemed it, it’s not even the fire furnace but what it seems like is hell. May be the darker it was, the stronger it made you or the light’s just another level of evolution.
How bad was your encounter with the dark? You almost made it back into the whole, almost went deeper into the hole to find what? Maybe, it doesn’t belong to you anymore. It’s gone. The devils have outplayed you in their game.
Are you willing to take the risk- the darker the stronger because you craved light out there and now when you’re here; light’s not your cup of tea? The influx of the acidic world’s out here. What did you really dreamt of? You said that you’re gonna win it.
Where are you now? It’s not a good world, you gotta earn your place in it.
The dark has got it’s own keepers now, no more of you is needed while you were so close to acclaim yourself being close to it, it’s all gone. Pitch black, no more yours or maybe it’s worth the try or fight because you belong to it besides the white light world where you’re merely left with the bat’s rituals.
YOU ARE LEFT WITH NOTHING, BUT GREY IS WHERE YOU BELONG!
It was so close, you saw them running for the dark; and you already lost the race?
Defeated but undefeated, is it worth it? You weren’t supposed to be like this.
Action is worry’s worst enemy! Is holding on to your beliefs worth fighting for? Not in the short term but the long term probably. How do you intend to fulfil the short term, while your home’s not home anymore and the new place doesn’t have enough room to fit you in no matter how bad you try.
How badly do you crave for it? Or is this what you had craved for?
Who got targetted by this lesson taught to you, for you and by you?
Who knows whether it’s the end or the beginning. You have already started losing and lagging behind.
I sing this prayer to the old one.
To the lord of the hunt.
To wild, dancing, mischievous masculine.
To he who is born in the winter, and dies with the leaves.
To the soulguide and the pathfinder.
Cernunos.
Lead my arrow true.
Fill me with virility.
That I might stand strong and proud.
Travel far and sleep well.
Ride hard and sing aloud.
And drink deep all of that is set before me.
I will see you around or maybe hold on to you but I will find my way back to the path where you’ve been knocking.
There might be shallow shallow waters around you; start swimming and swim until the end so that, even the deep ocean won’t scare you.
MAYBE, THE GREY IS YOURS. IT’S NEVER AS BAD AS YOU THINK, EVEN IF IT IS THEN YOU DIDN’T KNOW. NOW WHAT? TRY AGAIN.