Aug 22, 2023
In a bedlam of conundrums. She collected herself all together and redirected her focal point away from the things that did not bring her peace. Intolerant of anyone acquainted with desertion. The curse was huge, but she paid for it. Purpose can be agonizingly beautiful, yet life and romance no longer appeal to her. The only equation that made sense was that she had a soft spot for people who needed help. It was the experience of madness that made her a servant. To ravage what was left of her, she took refuge in faith, hoping that one day all would be in favor of the omitted desires of her heart.