"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 only when we're not afraid any longer , we shall then in that moment live.
The Most High says thou shall not fear no man. But yet and still seemingly so , Man fears God. What does it even mean to be afraid? In what sense does this all make?
What are your fears and have you ever tried to face them? What's stopped you from overcoming the things that terrify you and more or less , what has stopped me?
Fear is just a way that The Evil One tries to latch ahold to thy ankle of my pure soul. He grips ever so tightly , yanking on my foot to lure me down into The Pits of Hell in Eternal Fire. And furthermore The Ruler of Evil exists here on Earth in a human form — a true demon in terrestrial skin. This spirit that causes me weariness was sent out for my blood the day I was born here upon the face of terra firma. He's lurking to purloin my soul , knowing fully that it would anger my Creator and also , my best friend. Much naive like Margaret this wicked entity whom prevails as a devil in disguise , I too was blind to the horns. The breath of this demon lingers with the aroma of my soma on it. His eyes dark enough to pierce through a soul , ceasing one to have ever existed. I needed to know myself and my enemy , thus me not fearing a thousand battles. Since quite frankly 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 honestly , not too fond of her current reality.
Two weeks we'd extended her stay at the hotel. Two weeks I haven't even slept a night in my home , or spent much time anywhere else really besides the precinct and the hotel. Her soul is weary at the turn of recent events and The Most High isn't too pleased with her for it. This is only due to the fact that our Heavenly Father watches over us. My honey and cinnamon spice voiced compadre should be understanding he's going to protect her. All in all she understands the only person she believes and cleaves to who can tangibly protect her , is herself—and even she hasn't been doing an exceptional job at doing so. Therefore it spawned her to confide in me. I minded not assisting the woman I've grown close to in the last several weeks , nevertheless watching over her is also watching over myself. That , and I know The Creator of All Things desires for me to watch over and protect her as well.
