Desperately held.

There is a simple thing that takes shape in our daily lives — a form of obedience to a will unforeseen.

To investigate it, come along…

It is said in ages past, a race was so bold in its innovations that it fell on a discovery so wild that it changed everything.

It figured out the future. The constant dream claiming the now but never really.

Knowing what was to come was exhilarating but unavoidable. Almost kind of useless after all.

It thought it gave them mastery over time at some point and in some other days mastery over all else.

The nagging of what was foreseen was relentless, so much so that it couldn’t let go.

It became their downfall.

For in the future lived a resident evil that was beyond good and bad.

It was a seeker with no master or destination. A juxtaposition of crossroads sitting on top of each other, not claiming a path but a pathless fog.

One that shifted when it felt like it. One that died in an endless void over and over again unnerved.

And upon each death, everything reset as if it never was. That realization was so intense that it asked to be never found.

So in the future of that race, it never did. Yet, somehow traces of that discovery lingered. No less caring or more so daring, it stayed a foresight beheld with no one that can tell it or be yelled.

That, my friend, is the will unforeseen promising to be seen, but in that desperate embrace it never can be any less or more held than a question seeking an answer forgotten to only remember it can never be found.

Sometimes that’s how it feels.

Until the next ❤️ beat ~.~.~