OBSESSION
I have begun to wonder whether darkness can ever be separated from obsession in love, or whether they arise from the same origin. Perhaps they are not opposites at all, but different expressions of a single force.
There is a peculiar pain that accompanies obsession; one that resists easy condemnation. It is neither purely destructive nor entirely false. It is felt as something intimate, almost sacred, precisely because it wounds while it binds.
We are quick to place obsession in the category of the negative. But do we have to? Has anyone truly recognised the power obsession carries, the way it holds the darkest force within itself?
Every soul harbours a monster, and I suspect this kind of obsession in love becomes its feast. The more the obsession is fed, the more vicious the monster grows; stronger, louder, harder to restrain.
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The cruelest part is this: everything feels achingly right in the midst of it. When obsession takes root in love, the fragility of ethics begins to erode. Control over judgment, restraint, and moral boundaries quietly dissolves.
What a diabolical truth……too vociferous to speak aloud.
So is obsession good, if it drives us to do unimaginable things?
Or is it merely dangerous?
POONAM
