2011 - Day 88

Set to leave within a breath of air,
I await impatiently
Ready for what the fog brings in,
Ready to reunite with A temple
One of chaos and imploding reality,
One that can bring self destruction
Or immortality,
Chosen not of reason
But of glory,
Materialized the moment I found my calling,
To forever exist within the thin walls of my mind
And those of the radiant land
Where time doesn't exist -
Instead,
Only the memory that it ever existed at all.