“For all that is worth the blood on my hands is the blood of divinities.” [Tiamat]
The path is getting stranger by the day. Stranger and harder.
I have killed many of the so called divinities of modern age. The killing is done inside, not outside. I have killed notions of family, friendship, love. I have killed my so-called parents and faith in blood relatives, I have killed romance, gods and archangels. I have come to comprehend myself as god/dess, and yet the dissatisfaction persists. The need for affection and the yearning persists. And as a result, the sadness is the one constant that never changes or stops. It never wanders afar. It is always at arms’ reach. An inexhaustible fountain of ever-overflowing melancholy.
Where is the one for me?
Not those sad imitations of people who walk around hypnotized. Not another candidate for baby sitting, not another candidate for busting my balls. I am sick of it.
When you sleep late at night, do you too feel that something is missing?
Exhausted by yet another day, do you see how futile it all is?
Is it worth fighting for?
Is there any meaning in all this endless recycled trouble?
When my soul flies away in the arms of Morpheus, do any of these worries matter at all?
Where is the one who will remind me that flesh is something more than just a jail, something more refined than future food for worms? Where is the one who will make less sick of my desires, less sick of the whole parody of reproduction?
Why can’t I escape my desire for affection? Why can’t I escape the animal side of flesh?
Where is the one who will make me give up control by not trying to subdue me?
In dreams late at night
just before wakefulness claims me
and oh how fast reality manages to pull out the knife and stab me in the back.
But it’s all my fault.
I am the one who's doing something wrong and I think I know what it is.
I have connected what's natural with the lewd people I experienced it with. I have equated it with them. But the Universe can also provide me with an different experience in order to judge better.
Okay then. Let's concentrate on making this happen...