Greetings fabled masses of the world...I, your favourite accidental emo, have returned. (Well partially).
It has been eons since I had the time to delve the realm of the world beyond and bring back an artefact of my time spent there, yet I have once more been inspired to swim its misty waters.
It seems that I have a knack for picking the emotionally and mentally unavailable. I have come to realise that I am somewhat masochistic as I tend to walk into the electric fence with infectious enthusiasm.
It has been three weeks since the beginning of my latest debacle; and I assure you that I have no idea what to make of it. It seems dear reader, that I am destined to find myself (to quote Adele) “Chasing pavements.”
Let us call him, Bastian, as he reminds me of the protagonist from The Never-Ending Story. He is brave and little, with wild eyes and skin prone to the rose tinge of emotional release whenever I tease him, yet he cannot feel more for me than what he already has. Like Bastian of old, the current lead has to overcome his fear of water before he can learn to swim the waters of his curiosity; although he knows them well, he fears the secrets that they possess. I therefore find myself wondering whether or not to pursue his tame ways and be-wild his heart for that of my own. Yes, he holds the potential, but does not mean virtue. Again I find myself tempted to fall down the rabbit-hole and chase him until his little heart bursts, yet Bastian must come willingly with me and together we may ride a luck dragon to the ivory tower. I behold Auryn but only Bastian can make the wish real.
Yet he shies away, scared of what I might mean to him, scared of what I might see in him, scared that I will not keep his secret. I, Atreyu, will lift him up on my white mare and we may explore the ways of Fantasia if only he would trust me. If only he knew I scared I was of him too....
Yet I shall return to Fantasia alone and betray the child-like empress no longer. I return without Bastian as I live the never-ending story of my dreams once more.
It would seem that those who fear the night most must eventually succumb to the terrors it holds. But those who face the night undaunted will live to see the dawn... Bastian has yet to gain the courage to face the night. He fears the terrors. Alas, your lot is not to light the way for him. Another shall be the torch bearer. Despair not for every person carries a flame, and your shall light the way for someone who wishes to take the journey with you.
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