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@hereticated prompted: ❛ ☀️ ❜ . + eli

FOR A FIRST THING IN THE MORNING STARTER. / 𝙰𝙲𝙲𝙴𝙿𝚃𝙸𝙽𝙶 !

𝐈𝐅 𝐒𝐄𝐄𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐈𝐒 𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐖𝐄'𝐕𝐄 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐋𝐄𝐅𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐇𝐎𝐏𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐑 / he arises from the dust already aching , rises from the sheets of his bed , gripping him , clutching at him , nightmares fall from his shoulders , an uneasy sleep dissipates in the wake of internal alarm sounding. IN THE WAKE OF A NEW DAY : he finds that tomorrow is a promise that breaks with the dawn. the sheets are thrown back , haphazard , no care given to the comfort of things. knees protest and he lurches to a stand , he feels that is all he is these days. a hulking , a lurching thing with no choice but to stumble forward into whatever is coming this time. the sun inches across the horizon in shades of peach flesh and hearts blood. face shoved under the tap and he thinks in one moment of flooding that beyond the sterile smell of rushing water there is something like growth.

standing beneath the sun , morning dew against his boots , the dark of a rotted night falling away he breathes. HALCYON DAYS , the prelude to the thing he calls living , the dirt and the grime and the blood , if he closes his eyes he can hear the crackle of a camp fire , see the lines of a smile barely implied in the faces of his people. and they are , HIS PEOPLE. his people to live for , his people to die for , his people to care for in the days they found themselves in now. a little indulged habit , long since left by the wayside , scattered along bar parking lots , dirt roads , and ash trays. he watches the smoke curl from his mouth , become ghosts in the watery morning light , that first bright splash of red fading into something gentle as the sun rises. “ haven’t seen you in awhile , honestly , wasn’t sure you’d show this time. “

#💬 ┊ ❛ what prayers do we say when we think god isn't listening? ━ ‹ ASK. ›#hereticated #💬 ┊ ❛ our backs tell stories not books have the spine to carry. ━ ‹ INTERACTIONS. ›#smoking tw ///