to make something beautiful should be enough; pollock

[rapt]

there is a dream in the space between the hammer and the nail ------ the dream of about-to-be-hit, which is a bad dream ------------ but the nail will take the hit if it gets to sleep inside the wood forever There are things he forsakes. He forsakes his mother and father – not with any real malice, but with an idle sort of forgetting. He does not visit them. He does not speak their names. They are quiet and miserable and he has no need for them. The land’s change has not affected him – he is unmarked, he looks as he ever has, a simple boy with bright eyes and a simpleton smile/ A devout boy, though the thing he falls to his knees for is vile and should not be the recipient of such devotion. But ah, he’s such a foolish, devoted boy. For though he has forsaken many things, he does not forget the monster, no. No, it is the monster he honors, the monster whose face looms tall from the moment he wakes up. But he has not seen him, not recently, and he aches for it – aches for the monster’s presence, that strength, the way he tells him good boy and it’s like heaven’s light shining down. He knows the forest is the monster’s most common haunt, so it’s there he walks. He looks and looks, at all their idle faces, but none of them are horned and striking the way the monster is, and that emptiness inside his belly grows stronger, until-- “You’re back,” he breathes, although truth is, he is the one who left. rapt caius x else

@[Pollock]