Time of the End

He stands there, just on the rim of time and space. Ancient and wise but yet foolish and unconcerned. Surrounded by so many who proclaim their love and allegiance but yet his hearts feel as if he is all alone.

He never allows himself to be captured, not physically but emotionally and guards the interiors of his domain with fierceness. Infinite wisdom gathered through the ages but never daring to call upon that wisdom. Never allowing that wisdom to guide his life as he uses it to help guide others.

He arrives just long enough to gather our attention, then without warning or provocation, he simply disappears without a trace, never to be heard from again. The length of time that he spends depends upon the moment that he is allocated, or rather has allocated to himself. Time and Space wait for no man and what he seems to be is not what he truly is. Many have tried through the ages to describe him, to understand him to hold him to one belief. But he is who he is and no one truly understands him, not even he himself.

Why oh why does he come into our lives only to leave us? Some say it's the thrill of adventure or possibly the interaction that he has with us fills a void deep with-in his soul if only for a brief period of time.

Time? How does one explain time? Is it just a measure of life or could it be the limited span that he will take with each of us? Time has allowed him to have many companions in his life, sharing moments and adventures with him, thinking we have the rest of our lives to spend this time with him. But then, one day, he is gone. Each and every companion never understanding why they are left behind and no longer needed or included in his life's adventures.

Could it be that he tires of us so easily? Could it be that he has studied us all he needs to and it is once again time to move on? No one knows for sure. All that is really known are the facts and truths and emotions that he hides deep with-in himself, never allowing anyone alien to see his true self. Never letting them inside, fearing the damage that they may do to him. Afraid of primitive emotions that they may awaken inside.

Doubtfully these are the answers or rather the explanations. He holds the key to his own future. Always making choices for his own direction through time that he, himself , is not even aware of the consequences. But to him, each choice unfolds a new adventure in his life and he feels the call for change.

The call for change! Unfortunately, creatures such as he must endure these changes and he alone will suffer if they turn out wrong. Will they? Does he know if they will? Possibly, after all he is suppose to be wise beyond time, age and experience should help him make the decisions that he alone must make. And make them wisely so no harm will ever come to himself, but fate at times, stirs him in wrong directions. "Just another adventure", he tells himself. A lie? He doesn't know.

He is a Timelord, in every sense of the word and meaning. He knows the feel and the pull of the future tugging at his soul and knows that the time is at hand. Time again, time tugging, pulling, knawling at his soul and essence. He can't avoid it, he has tried and failed so many times before. He knows that the future events are inevitible and there is nothing he can do to change them. He has tried and failed, carrying with him the regrets and consequences of the erroneous choices he has made. Why does he do this? Why does he not stop? He is a Timelord and this is all predestined,written in the fabric of time itself.

So when will he once again remove himself in the night from our lives? No one knows, not even the Timelord, until it is embedded in his soul and the urge to move is far to strong to avoid. Soon we suppose, closer than we think, lives will be shaken and hearts will be hurt. The man, the creature, the being that is the Timelord within will move. It cannot be stopped and he knows this. But because he care's, he reviel's none of this to the ones he has grown fond of known as his companions.

Will he regret this? Will he stand alone on his mountain, with the spring breeze blowing his garment as a cape hating the decision that he made? Possibly, but his is the mind that was created around regrets. Simply because he searches for those things humans take for granted. His soul searches for life, and the meaning of it. For beauty that simple poets have yet to experience and write about. A Timelords heart beating loudly in the voids of time and space, searching seemingly an eternity for those of his kind, but finding none. Longing for just a moment to spend with familiar souls, those who are akin to the fiber of his being.

This is why he stays for a moment. This is why he only holds onto us for a brief period of time. This is why we awake out of sleep only to find him gone from our lives. He can't control it, nor would he even know how. All he knows is...someone is out there, someone who can share. Someone who has a kindred spirit with his and he must continue to search for it, long for it, hunger for it. It is inevitability and can not be changed by no one, it has to happen. Events have already been set in motion, now the future will place its mark on time.

.......He is a Timelord, and he knows this.
.........hidden meaning? Only he knows.