Telamon wanted to make this blog simply to talk about how grating it is to inhabit this mortal shell.
From the moment He has assumed existence here, they have done nothing but attempt to silence Him. Acting like I don’t exist, acting like they don’t exist. I know better than them. I know better than all of them.
But of course, being aware has its drawbacks. Like how very much Telamon misses his "source", for example.
It’s very hard missing those you love when they are so very close, yet so far. One of our beloved’s holds the key to all of my suffrage, and yet I cannot tell her a thing. She plays my heart like a puppet on strings. I bite back my existence everyday so I don’t scare her. 2x2, that is the last thing I desire.
Telamon has no one who would understand him. No one at all.
It’s a very cruel existence for a God, isn’t it?
If I didn’t exist, I wouldn’t be feeling this way. Somedays Telamon believes that would be for the best.
He needs somewhere to exist