enchantingcloudstrawberry

[enchantingcloudstrawberry]

Hi, I’ve never really posted on here before, but I’m going through the ringer right now and I wrote something. I felt kind of inspired after watching someone’s interpretation on the Greek Mythology tale of Icarus (or whatever the proper term is for that story). I don’t have anywhere to put this, but this is for anyone and everyone who feels the same.💜

“I can no more hate her than I love her, for her hands chiseled the hardened stone of my heart’s walls and drew me in with the gravity of her tender love. I wish, oh, I wish I could only loathe and spit on her merely mentioned name, but how could I when her deep, caring brown eyes and gentle hands enveloped me so sweetly? Still today, I look upon her with awe from afar, knowing what we were- what we always will be- is a sin seared into her soul only. Oh, I yearn, and how I yearn is deep and all-encompassing, like the giant maw of a monster who promised me care and tenderness. I know now why my returned love for her was doomed: my anatomy. I would’ve changed every fiber of my being, every string in the core of my very soul, to kiss her, to hold her in my arms once more. Our final parting will never be enough, not for one as selfish as I. Still, with my greed and possessive nature, I forced myself to properly let her go- to not linger with the one who could never dance with the same music I did. I know well we were doomed, even then I knew, and I know well why, but I still ache for her. Her love was as cruel as it was gentle, and I can only pray to the gods for the next one who falls into her orbit. Not because it will hurt- no, but because they will need to escape; they will need to escape, lest it tear their will and soul from their mortal frames and shape them into an inhuman and monstrous being. I pity that poor soul, I pity them as much as I pity myself.”

- 1/6/2025