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Runaway

Διακτορος - Diaktoros, Guide, Messenger

A most confounding feeling has washed over me; I wish I could look in the mirror and find a stranger, unburdened by the accumulated sorrows and troubles of this life. I wanted to be unsettled, free from these chains, and eager to be led to a distant land and give birth to myself to have a fresh start.

I want to be an unseen face in the crowd, watching as people pass me by, filled with the giddiness and melancholia of witnessing life but not understanding or knowing it.

I want to be lost. I want to be free. I want to be guided.

I want to stop the endless noise in my head that fills me with dread.

I want to be a nameless wanderer, wandering and wondering, flying free with all the consequences of freedom entailing, such as wonderlust and loneliness.

He is lonely too, is he not? Always on the run, going place to place, meeting people and bidding them adieu in the same breath.

Yet, it is thrilling and fulfilling nonetheless, isn't it?

I wish for companionship on such lonely roads.

I wish for the eternal guide to hold my hand and squeeze it, telling me all will be fine.

I wish for a friend to teach me to bask in the sanctity of loneliness and being unknown and being fresh.

I wish for many thing, but there is one wish I hope for the most.

I wish for guidance in this vast, scary world.

Οιοπολος - Oiopolos, Sheep-Tending/Shepherd The shepherd plucked the lamb away from the den of wolves, walking away whilst the lamb bleated in fear, for it would be leaving the familiar coldness and lupine threats. "Where are you taking me, shepherd?" The lamb asked. "I'm taking you home." The shepherd replied, "I'm taking you away from that saddening situation." "But what if I get lost?" The lamb asked, hesitation pulling at its downy wool. "You were always lost, but it's alright." The young man smiled, as gentle as the breeze, "Now, you are found. That place wasn't home. It was only a house, see. There's a difference. You belong somewhere else. Not amongst snapping jaws and razor claws." The lamb followed close, basking in his warmth. It's strange. Though the fear of the unknown lingers in its heart, the thrill of freedom is undeniable. "Come with me, and have no worries." He held his hand out, a guide to an aimless wanderer, "Let me show you what it's like to go home, little lost lamb."