Your World In My Eyes



I want you to look into my eyes and there you will find yourself. You will see everything that you have ever desired in my eyes. Every hope you have will shine from my eyes, everything you have every wanted will be visible to you. However, you will not look on the ordinary version of those things that you covet. You will see the enhanced variety, the shining and gleaming types of those things which you hold dear. I want you to stare deep into my eyes and focus on what you find there. Allow yourself to become absorbed by those deep pools of desire as you begin to lose yourself. It is only natural to want to fall into what you see, to let go of those constraints and inhibitions so that you become consumed totally by what you are looking upon. No harm can come of it for you are only staring at the very things which matter to you. Honesty, humility, humour and desire. Integrity, values and passion. Everything which you regard as a virtue can be seen in the world that I have created in my eyes. What you tell me, both directly and indirectly, will invariably come into your view within a matter of moments. It is like a far flung barren planet which has been discovered by intergalactic explorers who commence terraforming of the planet in order to make it habitable. Everything you want becomes a reality as they are formed in this world right before you. The interests you have appear; the places you enjoy visiting come into view and the events that you like to attend flare up. You are hypnotised as this wonderful world forms in my eyes, all generated by you although you are so taken by the process and what you see that you do not realise that all I am doing is taking the materials that you are furnishing me with and replicating all those things that you want to see. I am skilled in ensuring you tell me everything about yourself to add to all the preparatory work that I undertook before I made my move. Like ingredients in a particularly delicious cocktail I combine all of these things which matter to you and weave my magic to create a drink which you will never want to stop drinking. It is intoxicating and invigorating, an addictive concoction that once you have taken your first sip you will continue to draw deep on. You have no chance to escape because from the moment I cause you to look deep into my eyes I show you all the things that you want. I show you the world where you are queen, where nothing will ever hurt you, where your true worth has been recognised by me. This world is perfect. Everything is in its place and accords with your values. You ever stop to question how is it that I have been able to create this world so accurately and so brilliantly. You do not query how this creation is so magnificent because it is everything that you have always wanted. From the fairy tale existence you promised yourself as a young girl through to the correct treatment that you deserve as the decent person that you are, everything appears on this world which I have tailor made for you. It is captivating, mesmerising and alluring. You want this world more than anything you have ever known. You want to be absorbed by it and to fall deep into its fabric, cossetted by the security that it provides. Nothing goes wrong on this world, it is a clear utopia and best of all it is right there before you. All you need to do is maintain my gaze, letting yourself fall deep, deep into this marvellous world and everything will be alright. Everything will remain wonderful.

What you never realise is that this world will be consumed in an instance. In just one blink, this utopia will be obliterated and it will be as if it never existed. The dark inky pools that are the reality of these eyes will devour this created world, erasing it just as readily as a black hole consuming a planet. Once again the darkness will take hold and annihilate the fabrication which you held so dear. Even when this happens you will go on searching though. You will stare deep into my eyes, trying to find this world again amidst the ink-black darkness. There is no light that can shine any longer which may just happen to illuminate where this world has gone to. The darkness is absolute because it is the darkness that is the reality. Not that it will stop you trying. You will keep looking and searching, trying to find the perfect world once again, hoping for it to emerge into the light once again. You will keep trying and that is why we show you the world in our eyes.

3 thoughts on “Your World In My Eyes

  1. Paige says:

    It’s been almost a year of no contact for me, yet I still read your blogs everyday, I find validation in most of them to know the very words you write I have lived almost every word in real time
    This one especially hits me with so much intensity, I wonder why, maybe it’s because I saw his eyes as I was reading this, how I remembered exactly when the “spark” went out and I was just looking into dead eyes, nothing behind them, that’s one of the times I knew I was looking in to his soul
    In my no contact I sit in my castle gazing upon a light that is hope, with iron gates keeping him out, I have come to realize that your words bang across those iron gates with his fists, I do believe I still want him near in a weird fucked up way, yet I don’t ever want to see him again, so I will use you as my little stairwell to hell

  2. J.G says:

    Hello, H.G.Tudor.
    Yes it is so perfect, but so false at the same time. It’s like being thirsty in the desert.. We could say that you are a mirage in the driest desert. In which, you show us the oasis where to calm and satiate our thirst.
    We want to drink and be satiated of and in it, but when you realize it, your mouth is full of sand. jajajj.
    Life with you is like being under the most scorching sun, which dries everything up. Life with you is really so desert, arid, dry, hard, sterile, barren, infertile, unproductive and uncultivable. Though dazzling, you are Fruitless in all senses. (for us)
    When you finish with us, we need a fallow time, to be “fertile” again and that’s why zero contact is so good.
    Though I must break a spear, for you, Tudor. Well, your post, they tend to be so fertile, productive, rich and abundant in information, that the exception confirms the rule.
    I am going to allow myself to ask you, are you cured, are you an exception at this moment? Because you see yourself so human that this can be a mirage again.

    1. HG Tudor says:

      There is no cure.

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