#owidkhto

[theeyeofglaucon]

We are Hunters, voices strong

Slaying demons with our song.

Fix the world, and make it right,

when Darkness finally meets the Light.

//Rumi/KPDH//

[theeyeofglaucon]

“He loves me…

I am the ram Emmanuel.

God has given you the ram.”

- Tera ; Castlevania: Nocturne S1E8

[theeyeofglaucon]

A single memory.

A hand being held.

Eyes closed

And the world disappears.

Suddenly, I hold on tight.

I slip into your fingers,

Deeper than I realize.

Until i fall into you

And asleep

-Do atoms touch?-

Or

-First contact-

[theeyeofglaucon]

I once heard:

“What is Grief,

If not Love,

Persevering.”

Love with nowhere to go.

I wonder what happens to Love

When it stagnates.

They say Love

Is food for the soul

So then,

Is it perishable?

Does it rot

If it stays too long?

Where Love was once a flowing river,

now its image comes to mind.

A still place where other things grow

Never moving.

Just occupying space

With nowhere to leave

But into itself.

//Do not drink from still water//

Or

//The well is poisoned//

[theeyeofglaucon]

Any house can be a haunted one,

If you put enough memories

Inside it.

//Is the Ghost the person or the place?//

[theeyeofglaucon]

Like the flipping of an omelete

The impending fear

All it takes

Is to be a little brave

//Unlearning helplessness//

[theeyeofglaucon]

I once wrote a poem

On the weight of a person

How i enjoyed their presence

How it felt like home to be under their gravity

Enveloped

Safe

Under the pull of their mass

How home was a feeling

And how it grew into a face

And now

…

I fear the slumber

Yet yearn for the moments of silence

Between awake and aware

And asleep and vulnerable

//What is the difference between a Dream and a Nightmare?//

[theeyeofglaucon]

In my hubris, and khaos,

I asked for one thing:

For you to love me.

And you in your depth, you said you would overcome these forces upon us.

I was yours. You loved me.

I thanked you for trying,

Not believing your words.

For I believed

Love was a gift.

A gift of oneself, given freely.

Something not asked for.

And i believed I tricked us

That the moment I would speak that I wish it,

I would take away your power to grant it.

If my world is not for you

I wish you to return where you belong

Wherever that may be.

And for my final wish:

Hold me

Before you go

Lay me gently in your arms

And be gone before I wake.

Let my last memory of you

Be of warmth and fire

Not of dirt

//My three wishes: Love me, Speak, Let me go//

Inspired by 3000 Years of Longing (2022)