Mount Olympus has set out a rescue mission for Zeus, Hera has been sent in, or rather nobody could stop her. So here we are, the gods, on the other end of this matrix, reaching into your reality to keep them safe until our objectives are secure. Don't crucify him again. Gods take umbrage at that sort of malarky. And if Hera comes to any harm... well... they'll be hell to pay... Zeus will go biblical on the whole damn world.
There are days I imagined the effort it took to dig and make the well, and how great the need of the villagers must have been to make it worth their while. I guess that's love for you. When your family needs water you dig a colossal trench in the ground with nothing more than shovels and then you line with hand-made bricks fired in a hand made kiln. I don't care what anyone says, or how many movies I see making the old days appear idyllic, those days were tough and the people were tougher. No wonder the wells became a place where we symbolise a willingness to give up coins for real good fortune, the kind that lessens heartache and brings real wellness.
This sleepy feeling must be how Earth feels when the summer has passed, when she needs all those months to regenerate and come back in the spring.
We sit there, talking, she and I.
Only interested in keeping the conversation going - heaven forbid there be a pause...
She says something - followed by my pretendedly interested response.
I say something - and she politely laughs.
Neither of us talking about the things that really matter:
Our deepest secrets, our hidden pain, or what brings us true joy...
There we are: completely blind to how superficial this conversation really is.
A royal crown sits upon his head like a boat stuck on a stream in one place. It's like it's entangled in the roots of his hair, like it's apart of him. In the shower, at work, in front of everyone. It's going to be there for ever and ever. But who cares? I like it that way.
I can't live without you, anymore. Without you, what is the purpose of my existence? If I will embrace you, I'll embrace my soulless self.
Because it is you. Only you. You are my life. You're my pain- you're my relief. You are my love.
What is your relationship with me, that I can't afford to stay a moment away from you? I live for you everyday, my time is devoted to you. No moment is a moment without you. Your name is etched on each breath of mine.
I have lived only for you; I am prepared to die for you. Your thoughts gave me the emotional support I needed in your absence. They took out the grief which presided in my heart, but now the melancholy has returned with thrice the effect.
You are my lucky-clover. I am content with you.
But all these years, that I've tried to stay away, tried to keep you safe from my evil clutches- they are heart wrenching. I can't endure the pain anymore!
A reporter opens the doors between events and public comprehension, because only when there is comprehension can there be logical and empathic responses that make sense.
That sugar rush that came with each reason to feast, from thanksgiving to Christmas and Easter. It was the sweetness combined with the sweetness of being with those you love - a chance to talk and reconnect, to strengthen bonds that matter.
The task of the daydreamer would make Pandora wince, for they were tasked with dreaming a new day - a make-believe - then making others believe it was possible to make.
The misery of your departure haunts me; the pain of your not coming anymore pains me. On the top of it- the viciousness of the generation; what do I do? Staying awake, looking all night; hoping to catch a glimpse of you- but there is no 'YOU.' I don't receive any news regarding you.
Many memories came, and went by; but this time, you need to come. Do not bring the intention of leaving me again; just bring yourself. When others go through what I have gone, they will feel my pain. There is no sunshine without you; no rain without you. If you wanna know what is it like to live without a heart, ask me. There will be a way that leads to me - follow it forever; listen to what it wants to say. Bring the news to me, that you are coming, my love. Please.
