#thacelestialg

Then I remember that I don't trust anyone enough to say this to them.

So I remain alone.

On certain days that feels like a superpower but today, it feels like a weakness, like the bitter pill of pride.

Am I willing to bleed slowly into the chasm of unrealized regrets all to spare myself the embarrassment of needing to be held by another?

Today, there is no fight, no fortitude.

So for now, the answer is yes. I will clench the blade of the dagger in my hand, no one will notice that I am injured.

Blood is warm.

Whenever my name is spoken, whether it be for the good or bad, an opportunity that will elevate my lifestyle will come my way.

Whenever I am thought of, whether positively or negatively, a blessing will come my way.

Whenever I am acted towards, whether it be with malicious or good intent, my latter flourishing will be tenfold and only fortune will come my way.

Surely, surely, surely only goodness and mercy shall follow me.

Dust to dust

Tears to the ocean.

To be cruel one has to have seen themselves as inadequate and made the commitment to burn the world in an effort to confirm that insufficiency as one that is commonplace.

-page 209

Fresh Girl by Jaira Placide.

Eventually, we all find our way to the water to release the weight of the things that cause us to sin against ourselves.

Guilt, shame, and self-loathing tend to ride the back, cling to the flesh like false skin and dig into one's shoulders until the Host believes them to be part of the Self.

One by one, let them go, let them be carried down to where they can become long forgotten.

The eyes have begun to clear

The blood to flow at a normal rate

And sweat breaks out to cool the body

After it has raged hellfire with itself against sickness

The breath steadies and with it brings the soft, still assurance: