On “Possession”

To possess is someone is to love, so deep, that it pierces your soul and is capable of carving it into something beautiful or something horrifying. It is to embody oneself in the other; to merge your pains, your sorrows, your disappointments and your happiness with that of the other. It is like standing on the edge of a cliff. To possess is to surrender. And so is being possessed. It is the state of utter vulnerability that results out of absolute trust. It is the courage to surrender one’s dreams, hopes and aspirations at one’s feet and at the same time, being absolutely sure, that the latter would worship all of it. Possession is scary. But Possession is erotic. Possession is, unearthly.