horcruxes

in the harry potter universe, a horcrux is an object of dark magic created by a powerful spell that must be cast during an act of murdering. by casting such spell, a dark wizard can split his soul in two pieces, and store one of them in the chosen object. that object becomes then extremely hard to destroy - only if damaged beyond any possible reparation can the horcrux be destroyed. and as long as it does exist, intact, the wizard who created it is, for all intents and purposes, imortal. in the story, the villain lord voldemort has created seven (eight if we count with the piece of his soul that remained within his body). one of them, however, was not intentionally created.

i crossed that door's threshold and all this comes back to my mind. why? because somehow i feel i've left pieces of my soul behind and, in a way, they make me imortal as well, since they contain memories of myself and faint traces of what i once was and what i once had. especially because each of those objects - like lord voldemort's chosen items - carry a deep significance to me. the first time i returned there, i spotted six of such objects scattered among the space. it has changed meanwhile, though, and now only two remain (probably the others were locked away, or were sent by some place to which i have no access to, thankfully). but those horcruxes are different than the ones from the book. they preserve my memory, my soul, but not for free: a tribute of pain and blood must be paid. and seeing them, touching them, always makes me bleed, always hurts inside. they remain, and shall remain, until the end of the world where they exist now. but their original world has fallen a long time ago, consumed by darkness and hatred. and they remain, the guardians of what has been lost never to be found again. i wish i had never seen them again. i wish you had locked them all away, far from my sight and my heart. i wish you wouldn't care and destroy them. or forget, until their meaning was lost in the sands of time and the piece of me that lies within them was long forgotten.