What is night? Restless and dark, a heavy cloak upon my heart.
My eyes burn and my hand shake, but sleep eludes me, cold hands gripping me in the dark.
I cling to the bedside light, stare at it until my vision blurs. I long for sleep.
My chest feels too tight for my heart, pounding anxiously in its cage. My breath is too short.
What is rest? It is night yet my mind races, and I lay awake.
I am filled with so much jealousy for other’s art, I am unable to enjoy my own.
Art is not my friend right now.
I can’t come up with anything new. I miss the days where this wasn’t a chore. We aren’t friends right now because I want my art to be something it is not.
Art is not my friend right now. I can’t make my hands create what is in my head.
Art is not my friend right now.
But all I want is for our friendship to return. It may be selfish, I want her to bring me joy. She might be the only one that can. I want to bring her to life, so we can walk hand in hand amongst creation.
Art will be my friend again soon.
@therelentless : “ i wouldn’t do that if i were you. ” | x
𝐓𝚮𝚬𝐑𝚬 𝐖𝚬𝐑𝚬 𝐅𝚬𝐖 𝐓𝚮𝚰𝚴𝐆𝐒 𝐓𝚮𝚨𝐓 could give Veric deliberate pause, but he faltered then—not because he had been caught in the act, per se, but because he explicitly hadn’t been doing anything to warrant such a warning, not that he was aware of, at least.
( Except, perhaps, the trespassing part. )
“𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐲𝛐𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝚰 𝐰𝐚𝐬–” No... no, actually, he clearly didn’t want to know. Uncertain eyes flickered back to the previous subject of his attention, lips twisting in disdain. It was a true internal conflict, debating if he was possessed of the mental fortitude to dare ask but his curiosity, it seemed, won over any hesitation. Under his breath, eyes drifting back to the man in question, “𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝛐𝐮 𝐠𝛐𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝛐 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐞... 𝐭𝛐𝐩𝐢𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐢𝛐𝐧𝐬 𝛐𝐟 𝐚 𝐰𝛐𝐦𝐚𝐧'𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐭𝛐𝐦𝐲? 𝐉𝐮𝐬𝐭, 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞, 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐲𝐚𝐫𝐝? 𝚨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐧𝛐𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞?”
𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐔𝐍𝐄𝐃𝐒
“ ……. ”
“ i will carry you out myself. ”
"𝐈 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐔𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐌𝐘 𝐎𝐖𝐍 𝐋𝐄𝐆𝐒 as weapons in the past and will not hesitate to do so again.” Completely straight-faced, it’s... likely the truth, to some degree. “I have interacted with my fair share of corpses cursed or otherwise, and so you’ll have to do more than glower and glare at me. Besides, telling a scientist to not indulge in their own curiosity, you may as well tell a fish not to swim.”
John 16:33
Galatians 5:22-23
Ephesians 3:17-19
James 1:17
GOD is in Control!
Psalm 46:10
Believe on Jesus and He will remove all your sins away. Afterwards, follow Him doing His will. We can't do our will and His at the same time. Here the difficulty of a Christian is seen: we either obey His voice or not.
May God gives us a soft heart to always yield to Him even if it means stopping what we love to do. Amen.
GOD’S PROMISE
-Matthew 7:7
you were,
my mist,
as your slender fingers locked themselves around my wrist.
when you were gone,
I didn't cry,
for when mist rushes away,
we see the sky.
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“If evil were not made to appear attractive, there would be no such thing as temptation.” -Billy Graham
Humility values others above yourself.
“Do not store up for yourselves treasures on earth, where moths and vermin destroy, and where thieves break in and steal. But store up for yourselves treasures in heaven, where moths and vermin do not destroy, and where thieves do not break in and steal. For where your treasure is, there your heart will be also."
What is Pride? I am the bride. She’s just a simple maid. It’s my day, Me she must obey. Why would she withstand?
What is Greed? I need bread, Oh there, I have it now! Wish for jam too. Just that won’t do. To have some pizza, how?
What is Lust? A kind of thirst. Oh, how gorgeous he looked! When I winked, Didn’t he blink? That’s how another got booked.
What is Envy? I’m so heavy. How come she’s all skinny? That’s not fair. I must dare, To put her in ignominy.
What is Gluttony? I love this Beanie. But I have three just like it. That doesn’t matter, I’ll buy it better And ignore the homeless on the street.
What is Wrath? Don’t come on my path, Or you will know what pain feels. Did you talk back? Now I’ll thwack. That’s how I know to deal.
What is Sloth? There’s work for both, But I’ll pretend to be sick. So you’ll do it While I just sit And my candies I’ll lick.
Get lost in the night’s machinery
with nothin’ to see but what there is to see
synthetic angel glow and Internet Protocol that never sleeps