preta, gaki, hungry ghost

Gaki-zoshi (Scroll of the Hungry Ghosts)

If only there was a ripple in space time,
Dimensions realigned and a space created in which you could love me selflessly, and I without fear of the other shoe, which inevitably drops.
But not here, in this cocoon.
Not here in the space of the room between what once was, and what will never be.
Not unless faith has somewhere solid to plant her feet, unless she isn’t required to sacrifice peace or sleep—the toll, it seems, every hungry ghost demands in the realm of dreams.
Chained by desire, haunting, hunting. Unsatisfied by sleep or meat. Feasting on love and waking up hungrier, still, to feed—because desire is everything, and to haunt is to be at home.
Taken for granted when she’s with us, everything once she is gone.

Pray, listen: the true danger is not being fed upon. The true danger is becoming a hungry ghost
in search of one.