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tinhuvielartanisIs it possible that I was wrong all this time? I thought that my soul mate was the only one who could trigger my animus. But he really didn't, despite my faith that it would happen.
The Other One has, though. He has invaded me. No, he invaded me some time ago, and I was just too stupid or naive or unwilling to realise the obvious. Looking back on my poetry, I see it now. Many of the poems are for him. They were all along. My subconscious resonated with his presence.
He has been on my mind all day long.
Every time I close my eyes, his face is tattooed on the blackness of my eyelids. This isn't just love, it's like a possession.
What the hell am I gonna do? What measures can I take to overcome this? I feel like I'm in an emotional meat grinder, being shredded and remade constantly through my waking hours, afraid to sleep for fear of dreaming.
I'm treading a path of damnation, I just know it. It's like I'm a character in a Clive Barker story.
O_O
Help.
The Other One has, though. He has invaded me. No, he invaded me some time ago, and I was just too stupid or naive or unwilling to realise the obvious. Looking back on my poetry, I see it now. Many of the poems are for him. They were all along. My subconscious resonated with his presence.
He has been on my mind all day long.
Every time I close my eyes, his face is tattooed on the blackness of my eyelids. This isn't just love, it's like a possession.
What the hell am I gonna do? What measures can I take to overcome this? I feel like I'm in an emotional meat grinder, being shredded and remade constantly through my waking hours, afraid to sleep for fear of dreaming.
I'm treading a path of damnation, I just know it. It's like I'm a character in a Clive Barker story.
O_O
Help.
