#aug 7

What’s scarier: the library at night, or Carmilla’s mother?

after all this time, a whisper

of a past life when I was on clouds,

smaller, but I swear, the earth felt it 

when I walked. I didn't steal 

the air I took, it was meant for me.

he's nothing to mourn, barely worth

a memory, but me? I was shining,

not a shadow to observe but

existing with weight, like a calling.

do you know how many times

I thought God had called me?

I've jumped for a Lord and

I was never caught. but somewhere,

if I turn around and let the taste

of bitter in my mouth, I see when 

I was faint hearted, chosen. 

I see the light in my eyes and

he could've called it heaven.

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