The End of My Beginning?

The mystery of my soul collapses into a myriad of colors while being carried on the wind of time, as the harvester called to me. I knew then that my heart full of dreams was bound to disappear. Have I found that my journey was a kaleidoscope of lies as well as the secrets of my being? Why are you coming for me now, I am not ready.

I felt the thunder of emotions expand as the harvester reached for my liveliness. It is time, he motioned like someone reading my mind, and I see my world in the black holes of mortality. An angel swoops down to hold me from my fear and protect me with the truth. I look back to see where I have been. I wonder if I will ever be again.