I have been trapped in a strange and frightening sort of maze, where the darkest monsters of my soul slip through the shadows in pursuit of everything I love about myself. Beyond the boundaries of the maze wait the monsters of other souls, thirsty to lap up the blood of all my joys and dreams.
Sometimes love is about basking in the glow of another person’s light. For myself, however, real love has always been a matter of finding those who share my monsters, that we may struggle together against the most base parts of our souls. But sometimes it is a very long wait until our comrades are ready for the battle.
So I stand here, waiting, while my monsters, bit by bit, strip away my clothing and my purity, flay away my pale skin, and suck the marrow from my bones until nothing remains but the flame of my Will to exist. And I wait for those other flames to join with my flame, until our great raging fire rips open the shadows and our monsters lay exposed before our wrath, writhing and weak as they had us in the darkness.
I wait, wandering through this maze, wondering, do my comrades hear the sound of my screaming? Do you understand, that I can not save you, unless you save me?
You have touched upon the reason most of us seek someone to love and love us. The “monster” is the daily struggles of life. Having someone by your side that you can depend on, that you can trust, that is what we are all seeking. The struggles of life never really change, but not doing it alone makes all the difference in the world.
Who are you?
Who am I ? I’m still trying to figure that out myself. The short answer is, I’m one of your blog readers that’s been following your adventures since alaska. But I think you might be wondering if I’m somehow someone you know or someone in your life. The answer to that one is no. I’m just a distant person that is happy with your triumphs and sad with your setbacks. I hope I didn’t disappoint by not being someone you personally knew.