.★𝐂𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: 𝐓𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐧⋆°

"it" is never satisfied

"It" crawls from the darkness's bosoms, " its" hands intertwining with the ground. leaving a black, bleak trace behind as "it" slowly crawled like the wet sand caressed by the tide where it used to be,
shouting to every sentient being:
"I am here and here is where i used to be".

" It" looked for me beside trees, under beds, inside closets, behind curtains..
"It" looked for me wherever a child might think to hide..
"it" looked for me for so long... Only to find me at the abyss where "it" came from...
For i, too, was comsumed by darkness.
But, i survived.

As "it" found me, "it" smiled..

And oh dear.. "it" liked me so bad..

...And wanted me so bad

"It" took over a part of my memories, "it" stuffed itself into my past where "it" was not yet there.
"It's" tainted figure haunted my every memory, for i did not only see "it" when i was awake
But "it" also haunted me in my dreams.

It haunted me and haunted me..Until i do not remember anything about myself, except "it".

"It" promised me that "it" was my future watching me through my memories.
But "it" insisted that there will be no future for me.. without "it"

"It" denied every form of existence i have taken where "it" was not yet a part of me.
"It" denied my identity.. and denied my name.
And looked me in the eye as "it" told me:

"you are me, and i am you"

..We're one..

And only then i knew that "it" is never satisfied

"It" wove itself into a tainted fabric of my existence.. "it" composed itself into a veil to my reality, taking over every idea and thought of mine;
thus taking a life of its own..

"It" had become the biggest part of me before i even notice. Taking over every other feeling that might distract me from being "it".
"it" stuffed itself into me.. so badly..
until i cannot remember the time when it was not a part of me..

A part big enough.. not to be called a part? If i could describe it better, i would say that..
It had become me and i have become a part of it.

I ran away from "it" ..

When " it" caught me again.. "It" gently whispered to my ears:

" You'll run away from me only to find me sooner..
No matter how far away you run,
I'll find you..

And remember that
(Save me)
Are the forbidden words
Don't dare let them leave your lips.."

For nothing can save me from it
And it is my destiny..

And if i am not "it", then what am i?

(Save.. me..)

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Asteria..

What is "it" to you?