Past midnight; really early, and it is a little more than a half-moon tonight. A glass of chocolate caramel sits melting away patiently beside my books.
Thoughts scurry along the intricate wires of the charging station, awaiting their turn to be discharged to outside air. Boxes of conciousness containing unspoken words swoosh along the neural tracks.
As I wade through the blurry pool of dreams, thoughts, fantasies, and feelings, and aims and goals, some left hanging unfinished, a few pleasant, and others with various degrees of disgust, my Chamber of Life pumps blood throughout my body. Upon my exit from the very first box, an array of bullets are directed towards me.
I am fortunate to have it on for some form of protection, though it is still in steady, albeit gradual, growth. At present, it is creeping upwards over my skin – one day it shall, with absolute certainty, envelope the whole of my physique and engulf me in the Flames of the Moment.
In the sepulchral silence where I now stand, the Chambers of Life thumping ever so diligently bringing full-Blood zest to the exercise of all my wont. My heart is still with overflowing zeal, for the eagerness of exploration to as high up and as deep down shall experience some form of continuation in my journey through the earth.
That the body seeks success and the spirit satisfaction of wisdom I cannot deny. It is through weather-beaten paths the march shall prevail till it reaches the summit of what-not, personal achievements.
The jet sitting in the center of the hall, with all the artillery arranged in rows beside it – that I shall board and take off to greater heights.
I have already switched on the engines.