Darkened Feathers Upon the Wind

[Didos]

Long years of existence, trapped in a perpetual cycle of repeating the same story - survive to fight, fight to survive, to then fight once more. Repeat, proceed.. Until the end comes or nothing remains anymore.

 

It has always been like that. Always will be like that.

Is there anything more than this?

 

Possibility is something present, noticeable through conversations, of what has come to be discovered and found during the journey - from what was in possession of for a long time now. But, through this however much something has been done, developed and created.. Was it ever something truly real? This is uncertain.
 

It is not it will never be.

   

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Much is done, much must still be done. Changes do not happen from one day to the next, they are made through sequences of occurrences across the time - either for a world that is stuck in the past due to its own decisions, or for one that had not a choice about what it came to be in this present moment of existence.

   

Ephemeral is this existence, hated and contemplated with dread. An anathema to everything that is and will be, created by other hands compared to what it has become - adored is the feeling that comes from it, but also so empty it becomes when one notices, question itself.. If everything it does really changes something for a world..
 

Already terribly immutable.

   

Tired, even that which brings about change eventually tires and then what is left will be nothing more than an empty shell that will then close completely.. How long will it continue to move? Until nothing is left. Perhaps.

    

Be it of itself or of the world.
The end is already known. 

  

Unless something new is found to to fill the gap, complete what it lacks.

  

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"It has been..

  

Twenty one long.. Years.

  Of the same thing. 

  

An eternity still ahead of me, the change will come, eventually.. But what good will it be, do - I wonder, I wonder so many times.. If it will all be worth the effort at the end. If anything else will be found out there, be in here or in the outer worlds.

      

Perhaps, maybe, is the only thing that can be said.

When there is little left to do."