I couldn’t hold on to that mooring post now the storm had blown in. The ships that cling to the dock are the ones that get wrecked and I chose to rise alone on the waves or fall beneath them.
You are abomination , Acradius whispered. A mouthpiece for that which cannot be controlled. A vent for its flaw. You belong to the shattered sky.
I understood how the bleakness can take a man. You feel it in the exhaustion that follows you around, that presses down like a weight just above your eyes, telling you to just sleep through it all. To blot out the world with dreams and closed eyes so that at least you don’t have to be aware of it. It tells you to be frantic, to elicit some kind of change to make things better, even as it tells you that there’s nothing you can do and no point in trying.
Fate is a spinning coin, balanced on an edge so fine that the slightest breath of wind can set it spiralling away from you. But sometimes, in a moment of utter certainty, you have to slam your hand down upon it and make the call.