Shards of Human Being

Twilight is frozen, a glacier of air that engulfs the minute seconds of time left until ...

If this time could speak, its shades would burn brighter than my confused mind. Deep, pulsating auras of light would flash, attuned to the rhythms of my soul. For this eve is unsettled, trapped in this very moment when the sun cannot quite set.

If I stretch my arms out across this space, an energy convulses through my being, propelling across the fragmentary, milliseconds of time. My expelled energy rises, raw and alive in the stillness. It is the liveliness of my spirit, finding its flow amongst the shards of my broken being that drop from glacier walls.

Shards, not tears, that soar through the air, above my fractured being. They carry the weight of my world, engulfed by the pressing burdens of time. Fragmentary, almost forgotten parts of myself that I desperately tried to hold onto, in fevered rest, fuelled by my hopes of saving this present time.

In my blurred mind, the soaring fragments depict a scattered face that is ablast with the wind and encircles me. A visage that remains fractured, buried deeply somewhere in my unconscious mind as my true being continues to fade. The face's mosaics glow with a wild, yellow, windswept aura, pulsating with the beats of their own permeating existence in this trapped moment.

It is a face that I yearn to see, beyond my wildest dreams. Yet, no matter how much I stretch, to try to grasp hold of the fractured fragments, they remain very out of reach. What remains is a puzzling visage that continues to rotate in its own orbit, around my disoriented being.

I consider that my very being is a cavern, darkening in the twilight and hiding away from the sun. It protects my secrets, which crest and fall deeply within me. An ocean of privacy, tinted with tiny lights of lingering hopes.

At heart I know that I carry a message, which chooses to reverberate itself across this frozen moment. A message that is meant to be heard by someone who will decide how my future will be.

The moment that sun sets, this present time will be consumed by the power of a black hole, erasing all memory and life it contains.

I am the last, remaining human, aware that I am transforming into something indescribable. I will soon be a futuristic entity with no memory or emotion; yet I fight, to preserve my human nature and existence in life.

Others who took their first steps into the dark, new future warned me about their own deterioration. How their beings began to fray and betrayed themselves and their beliefs. This moment, I face now, is the last, before I become ...

Atop a boulder of rock I stand, as the my momentary world continues to collapse. The long-winded sound of silence is deafening, depleting me of my internal, burning light. If only I could hold onto my remaining memories, my very self ...

My gaze is transfixed to the white air, which spins wildly above me, as though it is trying to seek a direction. Scratched by falling ice shards, it remains true, clinging tightly to those face fragments. It is a voice in itself, amongst the turbulence of this moment.

Twilight is still trapped, unable to set its sun in the madness. Like a hiker, it awaits the assurance of a friendly light, a place to rest safely in this eternal moment. It would be a place beyond the troubled depths of my soul, for what I feel is invalid and unnecessary in the new future.

Somewhere, deep inside, I yearn for the warm glow of connection. I know this fragmentary face is important as a glow of familiarity shines within me. Yet, unfortunately I cannot remember our association. Instead, I watch helplessly as its fragments continue to spin around me, bending and stretching in the wind's blasts.

Mere clumps of ice remain, after the shards have crushed into nothing, floating aimlessly mid air. My tiny, remaining being, aspark with fierce determination, awaiting my decision.

That face, it has mesmerised me, engulfing me in the rapture of its time. What the future cannot bring, is this stretch of connection, even across unreachable space. I am lured by the eyes that flicker wildly on a shard of ice, they are deep blue and promising.

In the silence, I attune myself to the power of human connection. As the eyes widen, receptive to me, I transfer my message worldlessly across the vast, collapsing state of my being.

A desperation flood my being. I hope my message is received positively.

The eyes glow brightly and in the silence, I see it. There is a way out, away from this ruthless destruction of my being. I must be willing to soar, to reach those eyes and submit myself to their luring vision.

I am light and almost completely eradicated, yet draw upon my remaining will to be free. Sucking a deep breath of air, I raise my arms up high above me, my eyes still locked with those eyes. Abandoning the boulder I rise, ascending the air and merging into the depths of their deep blue vision.

A deep blue halo of light engulfs me, like a welcoming, warm blanket. I merge into a vision that cradles me, away from the future's destruction, towards the promise of a new, living day.

In this vision the sun does not exist, only the lights of my being, that sparkle upon the mere, remaining clumps of ice. It is the significant part of myself that I have taken with me, to try to reconnect with, on this next stage of my journey.

It is a vision that is slowly coming to fruition, as it floats across the clearing aether. A present time gleams, away from the threat of self destruction, paving the way for a different way of life.

A life that I hope carries the spirit of our human nature.