2024-07-27 17:49:35 APOCRYPHA

Apocrypha

Spirit topple by neglect when thrust is without intent. Talent retracted fast damages the glory of forever halls. Absence is not clever but rather judgment of who is the more important. So I bury what died longing for yesterday to be my tomorrow. I fear the demon that visit my sleep still I will not interfere anymore. The weight on my stomach teach me, darkness meant to be. Yet eternally I yearn for sacred moments of a now, where those waiting just right of the belt break their silence and present what is holy. Nightly dreams of abductions and something benign. The copper man is not allowed. That is why I accept abuse from beings I love. I love. I love. #Amun Now I read again. Good night Melania. I love us deeply too.