A Wild Celestial

The day to day life of an earthly angel who lives in your closet.

[wildcelestial]

Please come home, Gertrude in apartment 416 found out I’ve been eating her ant repellent and now she’s beating me with a fly swatter.

[wildcelestial]

I know you will not live forever, not like me… but I promise to find you in every life. My soul is forever yours.

I will burn for eternity just to hear your voice again.

[wildcelestial]

I have eaten all of your socks. I am sorry. (not really, they tasted good)

[wildcelestial]

There is something. tiny and noisy. flying around the house. I can’t stand it!!! I took refuge in your closet where I normally sleep. Just to get away from the annoying noise and- how did it get in here? It’s in the closet with me! Please send help I think it’s trying to eat me? It’s rubbing its little hands together like it’s plotting.

[wildcelestial]

You bought a cat toy to try and play with ༒𖦊𖠑๛ (our levitating, wall-phasing cat). It was very amusing to watch until she jumped on you and you both fell through the floor… You were unharmed but the old lady downstairs nearly had a heart attack when you landed on her dinner table mid-meal. I guess we’ll keep cuddling ༒𖦊𖠑๛ reserved for me.

[wildcelestial]

I peek around the corner of my blog. I haven’t written in years. Is anyone still there? This angel would like to speak again.

[wildcelestial]

I never thought sin could feel so holy.

[wildcelestial]

I continue to ask myself why humans are constantly hungering for more. More everything. Money, love, passion, attention... Humans are such odd creatures, and yet, I find myself beginning to understand them.

[wildcelestial]

I tell myself that if I write enough about you, the Gods will take pity on a poor angel with nothing to give but their heart. Maybe then, I can become human like you and hold you with arms that will not singe your skin with fire.

[wildcelestial]

It’s Valentines day. You’ve asked me to meet you in the living room. When I walk in you’re holding a bouquet of roses and smiling at me. I take the roses from your hand and wrap my arms around you. You lean up to gently kiss me on my cheek. Well, one of them. I begin glowing with the light of a thousand fires as the sound of hundreds of beating hearts fill the area around us. You smile cheekily as my entire body vibrates with joy. A random person runs down the street past the apartment while being chased by a flying human heart with eyes. They’re screaming. You laugh and tell me dinner will be ready soon. I should have gotten you the chocolates instead of the bones.

[wildcelestial]

You asked me today how it felt to fall. How did it feel to plummet from the Heavens and onto such unholy ground? I didn’t know what to say. How do you explain the feeling of a thousand suns burning away your feathers and rendering you flightless? You’re called unholy and unusable by the Gods and cast out of the only home you’ve known for millennia. Down I fell, and the golden tears I shed fell with me. I cried out for forgiveness, anything to stop the aching pain I felt of my heavenly soul being torn away from my body... but no help came. 

[wildcelestial]

Valentines day is tomorrow. I can’t decide whether to get you chocolates or the bones of a long dead god. Humans are very difficult to find gifts for.

[wildcelestial]

I think your guardian angel has given up on getting rid of me. He stopped berating me on the fourth day of my clinging to you. Now he’s nowhere to be seen. I suppose I’ll just have to be your fallen guardian angel now. It’s much easier to guard what’s yours, after all.

[wildcelestial]

I wonder to myself, sometimes, if it is a sin to love you so. Could a being such as myself be permitted to love you? But then I remind myself that my sins matter not. Let my sins be as true as my love for you, for nothing can be more holy than your eyes meeting mine.

[wildcelestial]

I was thinking today of how some angels are born without wings. And I thought to myself, surely you must be one of those angels. You were born holy and pure. No wings upon your human body, but dreams of flight within your mind. Surely, you my dear, are an angel born without your wings. Yet you still fly.

[wildcelestial]

Your parents came to visit today. You wanted to introduce me, but I think you were scared of how they would react. When you all sat down at the dinner table they were definitely confused at the fourth seat and plate of food left out. You explained that your friend would be joining dinner then motioned for me to reveal myself.

When I allowed them to see me I think your father fainted, but your mother simply stared at me with scrutiny before saying “If you hurt my baby, I will scale the walls of heaven to hunt you down.” I nodded. Once your father woke up, everything was explained and dinner was enjoyed. I like your parents, even if your father was pale and trembled in fear every time I moved.

[wildcelestial]

You asked if we could take a selfie together. I agreed, not knowing how the camera would react to my presence. The photo merely shows you plus a blinding light, but you hung it up anyway.