a place of boundaries, far from the gates of the blessed realm, our souls founded in ashen ruin, and we dare not go any further lest perchance we should fall. doubts, like ghosts, gain strength in darkness yet it is the monotony of the un-shadow that tarnishes our triumph and corrodes completeness.
how is this? what are we? who are we here for?
did we lose it all?
pause for a moment.
striving for betterment and growth with each and every stride is a difficult endeavour and sometimes progress is less important than presence. embrace the unfinished and the unresolved. one lifetime will not suffice to let it all go.
pause and recognize.
recognize us.
pause for an eternity and then - side by side once more - out of the dark to the day's rising we will ride.