I See Sanctuary


When I first meet you and I look into your eyes I find a certain sanctuary. Your optimistic eyes seem like paradise to me. I can see the hope, the desire and the adoration burning in your eyes. Be they brown, blue, green or grey I can see the promise of salvation. That is why I try so hard to win you over. I apply everything I can think of to ensure that you stay with me so I can gaze deep into your eyes and drink the delight, trust and admiration that flows from them. You have no idea how much I need to see those things. The more I show you love, affection and how interested I am in you, the greater the radiance that shines towards me and the sanctuary that you have created for me remains in place. It surrounds and protects me, keeping the pain and the hurt at bay. It is a simple formula; I shower you with affection and attention and you return to me that magical protection in the form of how you look at me. The admiring glance across the restaurant table, the wide-eyed desire when we are in bed together, the simmering passion as I undress you and the sheer adoration as you quicken your pace to cross a room or a road to meet me. I need that place of safety and respite. A sanctuary where I know that the whispering, taunting voices will be silenced. A place of salvation where that cold-fingered dread cannot grip my throat and silence my scream of terror. Those draining shades that manifest from a past which I try to consign into oblivion cannot reach me in this place. That is what I hope for and believe every time somebody new enters my life. If I can just keep you sending me the power and the protection arising from those magnificent eyes then I will be safe. I apply my every effort to maintaining that gaze which will keep the darkness and the foul creatures lurking amongst it at bay. Everything I do is geared around making you feel happy, loved and wanted so that you will keep looking at me in that way and preserving my sanctuary.

Yet, no matter how hard I try, notwithstanding every effort I apply to maintaining your state of joy and happiness, you let me down. Each time someone new appears I am given renewed hope that this time the sanctuary will be permanently preserved and each time you fail me. Why do you do this to me when I try so damn hard for you? The burning admiration that you exhibited towards me suddenly dims. The adoration that blazed across the room has lost its intensity. The shining lustre of desire has become dulled. You do this to me and in so doing you turn the key of the gates, lift the heavy bar and push them open. You do this on purpose don’t you? You breach the citadel so that the screeching, moaning and howling tormentors that have gathered beyond its walls are admitted to assault me once again as they try to pull me into the abyss of insanity. The craven creatures slither forward, their mucus-covered tendrils slipping and sliding as they seek me out, determined to coil about me and drag me silent with terror into that place I must not go. Why do you do this to me? What have I done to deserve this treatment? All I have ever done is love you with a perfect love to cause you to generate that sanctuary and now, with no warning or help, you allow the paradise to be violated by those that seek to harm me.

I am left with no option but to fight them. To muster my strength and seek to defeat these agents of darkness by gathering my rage and anger. I must lash out in all directions, often and without restraint in order to stop my tormentors from destroying me. It matters not who is caught up in this frenzy, it is incidental whether you or anyone else finds themselves collateral damage from my necessary defence of my being. I fight and fight and fight, it is exhausting but it must be done. I have to survive until the next promise of sanctuary is identified and drifts my way. There I will find peace and a place to restore my waning strength. Is it you? Perhaps this time the sanctuary will remain intact.

17 thoughts on “I See Sanctuary

  1. Tamara says:

    We see sanctuary, too. We are not ready to give it up, though, as easily as the Narcissist is able to do so.

  2. Kate says:

    What color are your eyes, HG?

    (I have read that you said it is okay to ask questions, so I hope it is.)

    1. HG Tudor says:


      1. Sisty says:

        so this is why he can say “Everything that ruined our relationship was caused by you.”

        But there’s something missing here; namely, why the victim’s beams of adoration have suddenly dimmed. I guess it does have to be 100% her fault. And I guess he really believes this.

        1. HG Tudor says:


      2. Kate says:

        Thank you for answering, HG.

        There are many shades of blue. Are your eyes light or dark or in the middle? Do they have other colors in them, like green and/or gold? Again, I hope that you don’t mind my asking.

        1. HG Tudor says:

          They are black in the middle because that is my pupil.

          1. Lorelei says:

            What size are your pupils?! Shall we embark upon an examination?

          2. HG Tudor says:

            They vary in size.

          3. MB says:

            You certainly enjoy frustrating the empaths, HG!

          4. HG Tudor says:

            By answering the question accurately? Tell me are your eyes not black in the middle?

          5. MB says:

            Yes! And my iris is blue also. I didn’t realize we had so much in common, HG.

          6. HG Tudor says:


          7. FoolMe1Time says:

            I do believe she meant to ask was the color of your eyes light blue dark blue or somewhat in the middle of the two shades? That is only how I read it Sir.

          8. Kate says:


            I thought your answer was funny and took no offense,

            The reason why I asked if your eyes are light or dark was to find out if you would answer. It would have been fun if you had told us!

        2. Kate says:

          My eyes are bright blue.

          I don’t know why anyone would find it necessary to make fun of me asking a fun question. How childish. Are we back in grade school? Boring..

      3. MB says:

        But you can turn your blue eyes to black with enough fury?

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