The Northern 📍

  Quiet Desperation      Holding on to each and every breath, waiting for a moment. Praying for a day, that never truly comes.      The lives of the men who came before me, constantly living in a world of despair. From daily interactions, to the simply milestones of life- an act so simple, yet dark in nature. The very thought of a moment, where a breakthrough finally occurs. And yet- it never happens.      Praying for a miracle leads most men desperate. They live their lives, believing that their faith will be rewarded. Stumbling, day after day, hoping that our Creator will bless them with abundance, as the tides of fortune finally turn their direction. So long they pray, until finally- their days become no more.      A never-ending cycle of desperation. Where belief has scarred over into complacency. A pipe dream of a world in which they live in, slowly fades into he shadows forever again.      How many of ...

  Exhausted.      Every single day, a new development. Every single hour, a new story. The constant push of lies and deceit, constantly overflowing the airwaves. This world truly can not know peace.      As much as I am tired writing about it- the enemy does not sleep. As much as I wish to focus my energy on something else- the enemy does not allow me. We are living in the most complex and mind-altering time ever recorded.      The forces at work here will stop at nothing until we are dead. Plain and simple. Not only do they seek our mortal destruction- they seek our spiritual death, as well. They wish to push us to our brinks, to create a world where free men no longer know freedom. Where one is burnt out from the forces which are constantly attacking him. Where man becomes nothing more than a slave to his habits, driving him to the edge of insanity. Another wasted life, amounting to absolutely nothing. Zero-sum.      God...

  Reaching down into the flames of the depth, the great wizard had finally found his equal.      Upon the party’s arrival into the depths of the dungeon, the cold, dead air, changed. What once lay as nothing more than a musty old mine, slowly began to feel like there was life once again. At first, no one from the party had recognized the change, say for the wizard. Only he, the wisest of them all, was able to detect that something was a mist. And yet, for all the years of wisdom which he had accumulated- he was foolish enough to chose to enter such a forsaken place to begin with.      As the group began to push deeper and deeper into the crust of the Earth, the light from above them slowly began to fade. The sharp moonlight, which had be reflected to guide their way through complex mirrors and tunnels, began to fade. The very light which had guided them so far into the journey, slowly began to succumb to the eternal darkness which now surrounded them. ...

Alone.      Once again, the days grow long. Normally, I do not dread the darkness. Yet today, of all days, I long for human connection. I long for the soft, gentile touch of a woman’s skin, pressed up against my own. The opportunity to share a moment, with another human being, something that I have not done in forever. I almost forget what it is like, to have somebody to lean on.      Being independent is a great skill to master. Learning how to fully completely function on one’s own, something very few in the history of humanity have truly mastered. And yet, every now and then, the waves of loneliness come crashing down upon you. Perhaps loneliness is not the right word. Perhaps, simple companionship, would be the more appropriate term.        Isolation is a very difficult thing for the human mind to truly achieve. The act of being separated from all that makes us human, in order to reconnect with our inner-self. The very practice is a ...

  Another Night on my Own.      Does one stand up and shout into the abyss about his misfortune? Does one stand tall, against the darkness, and curse the name of He who has left him there? Or does one simply rise to the occasion, and embrace the darkness which he has found to be his only friend? These are the questions which haunt me, when nobody is around to hear my pain.      Perhaps taking on the world is something too great, for even the largest of egos to achieve. Perhaps, in my state of madness, I sought a prize which even myself could not wield. Perhaps there is a certain tranquility, is simply accepting defeat and succumbing to the forces which control your world.      And yet, perhaps there is not. Perhaps there is hardship, to prepare one for the moment they have patiently waited for. For how can one know how to wield such power, without first acquiring the strength? The force within, to allow one to stay afloat. To summon the ...