"Looking through my soul,
Not my eyes.
Vibration draws,
Patterns to your light.
Your energy collides,
It speaks to mine.
Beautiful whispers,
Colours intertwine." - Unknown
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Plato once said, "We can easily forgive a child who is afraid of the dark; the real tragedy of life is when men are afraid of the light."
The only thing we honestly have to fear, is fear its own self. Because, when we're not afraid any longer, we shall then in that moment live.
The sparrow says thou shall not fear no man. But, man fear God. What does it even mean to be afraid? In what sense does this all make?
What are your fears? Have you tried to face them? What stopped you? What's stopped..me?
Fear is just a way that the evil one tries to latch ahold to thy ankle of my pure soul. Yanking on my feet to lure me down into the pits of hell in eternal fire. And the evil one exists here on earth in a human form. A demon in terrestrial skin. This spirit that causes me weariness, was sent out for my blood the day I was born here on earth. Lurking to purloin my soul, knowing it would anger my father and also, my best friend. Much naive like Margaret, being a devil in disguise.. I was blind to the horns. The breath of this demon lingers with the aroma of my soma on it. Eyes, dark enough to pierce through your soul, ceasing you to have ever existed. I needed to know myself and my enemy, thus me not fearing a thousand battles. Since, I knew myself, and my enemy more than myself, I know I have nothing to fear, or do I?
"I brought a late lunch."
"Thanks, miss. You know you could've stayed at the hotel-"
"I've been docked there for two weeks. I needed a change of scenery." She replied.
Two weeks we'd extended her stay at the hotel. Two weeks I haven't even been to my home, or anywhere really besides the precinct and the hotel. Her soul is weary and the sparrow is upset with her for it. He watches over us. She should be understanding he's going to protect her. But, logically she understands the only person who can protect her, is herself. And even she hasn't been doing an exceptional job at doing so. Therefore, spawning her to confide in me. In which I don't mind, watching over her is also watching over myself. That, and I know my father wants me to watch over and protect her, too.
"Are you ever going to tell me about those cigarette burns?"
"You know all about my cigarette burns." I replied back, biting into my Philly cheesesteak.
"I know not of such things."
"You know all of everything dealing in the likes of me. You know everything there is to know about me. You know me more than you know yourself. I am everything you've come to understand."
"Your riddles make no sense."
"You don't make sense, and yet I still comprehend you." I sigh, "I'll make sense to you soon, miss. When you're ready." I placed my hand on her knee.
