Georgina

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Stepping through charred wood, dampened by rain that flowed freely without the barrier of a ceiling to stop it.

A cross, calmly looking over the destruction. Saved by its marble complexion.

Tall it stands, grand amongst the broken pews and the mumbling of bitter prayers.

The cross was cold, colder than the flames that devoured the ancient walls that were weakened with the wailing of sinners who begged for forgiveness.

For is this gods will? As his symbol is unscathed, our beliefs are unstable once more.

“The tongue also is a fire, a world of evil among the parts of the body. It corrupts the whole body, sets the whole course of one’s life on fire, and is itself set on fire by hell.”

- Georgina W, ‘Notre Dame’

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I’ve always admired a thunderstorm.

To have the strength to shed its tears and scream, loudly into the night.

To cause a scene, to flash its lights and shake the ground.

Weeping and wailing, waking me up from my shallow slumber.

I want to be the thunderstorm. A wild, unpredictable work of art. Undeniably beautiful, impossible to ignore.

As it winds rest again and the rain stops pelting, she knows she was heard.

I will be heard.

- Georgina W

[pessivert]

‘I frequently have this overpowering feeling of not belonging that roots itself deeply into my being. Not truly that I do not belong in this area or time, but a lack of belonging in everything. I will never belong. I will never feel truly correct in this lifetime. It scares me like no other thought can.’

— Georgina W, excerpt from ‘Letters in Acrimony’

[letsbelonelytogetherr]

“You can say anything and I will not abandon you.”

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