What paths remain

The past hangs its coat on the door for you to pick it up.

Smash the future with all your might.

Nothing holds you back from crushing against the waves. No one holds your arms from creating your own nightmare.

Now, as in the past and always, you are served a slice, and wanted more. You were guided into light but sought out darkness. Your credit was granted but you desired far more than you could contain.

How can desire be muted?

Now, as the times that will come, images will emerge at of the corners of your eyes. To see, you must take yourself out. Let yourself gasp for the remaining air and take up faith as your gospel. For all other delights will drown your sight.