The Ending Eras

There’s always this wind, a sacrificial reach for the sky, a blankness in my head that comes and goes. This usually marks the end of an era, I recognize it this time more than ever, a melting wall that collapses. A new chance at the heart of reality and sanity. It feels scary but beautiful, like one can finally sit back and appreciate the whole of the moment, in an instant one can once again see colors in the sky. I have been so many things and I have also been nothing, I have clawed at the moon while gripping the last pieces of reality and I have smiled after a night of sex and drinks.
I have been mad and I have been sane, I have killed and I have been killed, one must always be at the bottom and one must always be at the top. This fluctuation of life is as natural as life itself. I saw clear after death licked me clean, I have already been many people and so forth till the end I will continue to transform. I drink to the lighthouse that crumbles, I drink to my road that corrupts the earth and finally I drink to the sunshine of tomorrow which I hope to one day see.

May ye be bathed in the darkness and dried in the light, may that darkness and light hold too, the ashes of all that is false and the ember of all that is true.