It was time. It is time. I knew and know that I must now get up and walk away before I have my final meeting with the one who always walks with me. If I see one more of those stories, one more image of my breather stripped of breath and life that I’d finally submit to the whispers of the one in the shadows whom I do not fear. For he and I have an understanding. We came here together, me dragging him through with a power I should not have had over him, or anyone else for that matter.
I have a secret. You see I’ve seen the plan. Unlike most. I saw it long before I came to this place; before I willing chose to cross into the light and agreed to swim in the form I now reside in. This be but a moment in the full spectrum of who and what I am in the greater of all. The plan stayed with me, though only bits and pieces jump to the forefront as a reminder of why I came back to this place.
The “befores” don’t matter, or at least not in a way that cannot be harnessed for progression of the why. For I acknowledge the illusion – the dripping of the water, the sand, to refill and begin yet again. They’re coming. And they’re coming back. He can no longer stop them because I am here, and he bound to me.
Open your eyes.
It is time.