Torturous love

And so it is…love and torture have always been stablemates.

Sometimes, without warning, someone enters your life and challenges every assumption that you ever made about what’s possible.

What you thought you deserved was limited to what you were capable of achieving up to that point, and maybe just a quiet desire to acquire some peace beyond it.

Until they see in you what you thought was your own delusions, and you see in them what you thought were only your dreams.

Once you connect with that truth, nothing can convince you that anything less is what you must settle for.

Settling becomes a vulgar thought, and fulfilment becomes incomplete without them.

When that happens, the distance between love and torture grows, and you find yourself stretched between the two, with only shards of sanity to prevent you from being torn apart.

Those shards will tear at your dreams and taunt your delusions until their embrace is secured.

Until then, life becomes a dyslexic dance with insanity, and love remains elusive.

(From the archives)


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