Time had passed on through space alongside with the inhabitants whom were drifting aimlessly as the stars amongst the never–ending blackness floated on, each of them to prompt any wayward traveler to harken back to the memories of life when the richest beverage kept their spirits up until there next destination and from the mouth of madness.

This was the case for one writer as far as reality was concerned, one out of many, known and unknown, existing as of this passing moment no less; although far too young to be considered a bonafide senior, youth was also fleeting as well as the mercy and vitality of life as known to far too much: even now, life has been moving past irregardless of decision-making.

Thereon, a spark of realization comes forth, pushing and pulling in any which direction, autonomy notwithstanding so to speak of; fearing the unknown in which awareness has taken root and stem inside, only one task at hand seems to be the least that could be done: sending a warning to anyone who could read of this message and the meaning within it all the same.

Written for the A Thousand Words Contest II in the In Spirit category, ergo inadmissible.