Why do you toy with me so? Have you nothing better to do? Have the Gods so cruelly cursed you with such a terrible task? Is this your punishment for some wretched trespass? Is your destiny to seduce me from mine? Let me alone. I want no part of your penance. I have my own to worry about.
I should never have entertained you. I was so beguiled by your sweet breath. You incessantly whisper sweet nothings in my ear, distracting me, teasing me from the task at hand. You woo me with your wiles, and I, unwittingly, give in to temptation. You watch me amused. And I watch you as you stomp on my dreams, daring me to stomp them with you. Neglected grapes that will never be turned to fine wine.
This is not the ideal love affair. The hours we while away only rob me of my imagination, my pride, and my sense of accomplishment. Are you so cold that you care not at all? Are your own dreams so distant that you cannot understand?
Why, oh why, won’t you just go away and leave me be with the courage of my conviction? You leave me feeling used, abused, neglected, and ashamed. You are verily evil incarnate.
Why can I not break this asphyxiating bond?
I do not know what is this irresistible power you wield over me. Some ancient alchemy? Some sordid spell? Some intoxicating elixir that you slipped to me, when I was lost in reverie?
I do not want your sorcery. I do not want your gold. The only mettle I wish to transform is my own; to the gilded glory of the written word on my page. In fact, any words on the page would almost do.
I acknowledge you. I bear witness to your beingness. Through witnessing, I am told I will l find my way to my inner truth. I know you will be there snapping at my heels. But I will find a way to pay you no heed.
My own philosopher’s stone is here hidden in my soul. And I will step toward the journey to my own magnum Opus.
Someday, I will break this bond. And to your brother, surrender, I will flee, to finally find myself set free.
Till then, do me a favour. Please stay at a hotel next time you’re in town. Hell, I’ll even pay for it, myself.
It seems I always do.
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