I have a story outlined in my massive stack of “Untold Tales: Volume X.” One of them, in which I will actually be finishing up here soon, is something along the lines of a double-edged sword. It’s sweet. It’s terrifying. It’s loving and caring. It’s selfish and damming. The end is coming, and life as we know it will cease to be. One man’s vision and in all of his smarts creates a time stasis field where he can live out the rest of his life with his family until the True End comes.
It probably sounds confusing because when you start involving time and getting all “timey-wimey.”
So, I figured I would have a piece dedicated to the inevitable friend and foe of us all, next to death. Time. It’ll appear again, soon.
There will be new things coming up as well as far as writings (or musings. . .whatever have you. . .) goes.
Until next time,
by Robert J. S. T. McCartney
My greatest enemy and my most cherished friend.
Grandfather, father, husband, brother; bringer of the end.
You’ve watched me grow from afar.
You’ve shown me what life has to offer.
That it is continuous, whether we are in it or not.
That we can exist, be remembered, and our lives forgot—
—Ten years it’s almost been.
Nothing more than a drop in the endless sea.
I’ve lived, yeah, I’ve seen,
What this mortal life has yet to bring.
You are my enemy and my friend.
Still, I will welcome you, all of you, at the end.