Jul 19
If there is a "God" to this Earth, they are not the call I follow. They are not the path I follow. They are not the light I follow.
And I wonder where that leaves me. So far detached from an Angel that these small wings feel like lies. So weak that to call myself a god, a deity, a divine feels like blasphemy.
I sit with memories that ache around a shell no longer strong enough to contain them, wings clipped and purpose torn away.