I am floating through the eternal emptiness.
Without any goal,
nor destination.
I,
just,
float.
Resting for an eternity,
I still feel tired.
In my loneliness,
my shadow yawns.
My restless soul aches,
afraid of,
not waking up.
It is time now,
the war has begun.
From an eternal rest,
into a war,
beyond measures of life.
The end is not there,
it is here.