ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ@relightsmartyr submitted an inquiry ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ❛ i don’t feel like i’m even here. ❜ wanderer
❛ That is a feeling I understand rather well, too. ❜
And yet you both are here speaking with one another. A very real exchange, a very real feeling. The depths of all those feelings that you both have are endless and rough; Truly like a an ocean in the midst of a storm. Howling, relentless winds and crashing, ruthless waves. All it wishes is to tear you apart, piece by piece. At times, you do wonder to yourself if even a normal person doubts their existence. You've come to the conclusion that, yes... anyone can doubt their own existence. To look in a mirror and see another or to perhaps look in a mirror and see yourself, but still be unable to believe that your existence is one that matters.
Yet, the depths that the divines have left for that two of you are far greater then most. It truly feels like it's carved out a hole in you.
❛ And yet, we are here. ❜ You say with a soft sigh. You aren't sure if it's out of exhaustion, out of annoyance with the situation (to be struggling still), or if you were holding your breath and you hadn't realized. ❛ There is no greater proof that we are here, that we exist, then to be here with one another. ❜
One of your hands goes to find his. A familiar, yet still somewhat unfamiliar, warmth. Your eyes turn to gaze on him as a smile comes to your face. The meeting between you two could be said to be a lot of things; Fate, the will of the gods, coincidence; But, you would like to think that it was simply both of your wills drawn to one another. Two people who share so much, yet wish not to speak of it.
❛ You know, I will always find my way back to you. No matter what happens, I am sure of it. So, our existence are tied to one another. We are here, and so long as I am, you are too. ❜
