This is taken from my notebook. Written 3/3/17.
Our demons seek to align us with others in order to ensure our imprisonment. Have you ever looked into someone? Have you seen demons lurking that they cannot tame? Unaware, you allow your demons to converse with their demons. The evil hisses, celebrates and laughs as hosts become acquainted. The paths have converged, the cycle has begun and it is their favorite song.
Along the journey your own best attribute, your white wolf, of empathy eventually turns toward that narcissistic, black wolf. The one you hate to own, but have found that your dependence equals survival. Empathy breeds hatred so that some of the most beautiful creatures are made into the most fierce of monsters.
Again the empathy sets in and you grieve still. Will you always?
Empathy and narcissism, such strange bedfellows, all the same, belonging to you. Alas, there is no controlling your very own demons. Illusions shattered along with any promises made.
The dance with Satan is one that seems endless and all that is dependable, at least there is comfort in the known of this place. Until the time when all black wolves are left behind and there is only life in the white wolf world, we will dance with demons. But one day all demons will lose their power and there will be peace, freedom for eternity
There is sacredness in tears. They are not the mark of weakness, but of power. They speak more eloquently than ten thousand tongues. They are the messengers of overwhelming grief, of deep contrition, and of unspeakable love. ~WashingtonIrving
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