𝓌𝒾𝓁𝓁𝑜𝓌

“Above me shone a terrifying number of stars

The hours blurred

sitting on the edge of my bed, staring at the moon,

I wonder if it knows the weight of what it pulls.

The walls feel thin, closing in, suffocating me, but the night's so wide, vast

The stars are closer than the life outside.

I whisper into the dark, "Do you hear me at all?"

As shadows of other worlds dance across my walls.

The clock keeps ticking, ticking, ticking, but it's out of tune,

I feel the pull of somewhere else beneath the silver moon hung in the sky.

Eyes shut, heart open, I begin to drift,

I found my solace in the unseen. The emptiness.

Oh, it feels like ages, though you say it's only days

There ain't language for the things I've seen, yeah And the truth is stranger than my own worst dreams

The truth is stranger than all my dreams

Oh, the darkness got a hold

on me”

I did not know how long had passed, I found myself drifting. Mist clouding my thoughts, a whirling storm in the night.

The sharpness of my existence blurred as my mind wandered past the physical.

The hard wood floor beneath my feet, sunken and old, a test of meaningless time.

The room around insignificant to my experience, set in immense emptiness .

My senses failed me sometime of the moment I found myself here. Something deep inside stirred, unable to breathe. Escape.

Distorted, I was on the verge, the edge of my existence or sanity I did not know. I strained to focus on the moonbeams spilling onto that sunken surface below me. The blanket of stars mocking my existence with their enormity. I was lost, long lost, un able for redemption as I stared upon the stars. A vastness unable of comprehension.

Words repeating, repeating, repeating in my mind. Racing. As I tried to make sense of it all before all sense was lost. I strained on those mocking stars as my eyes became heavy.

I believe I am the only shifter who

A) listens to Lord Huron religiously and

B) Shifts to be apart of Lord Huron