"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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Thou shall not allow pride to get in the way of the blessing.
For pridefulness is a sin, and thou shall learn that lesson.
The sparrow says pride is a sin.
Something I, myself knew. But, of course just because we as humans know better, doesn't mean we do better. Pride has audacity to cut you deeper than any knife could. Allowing yourself to get in the way of yourself is more detrimental to you than anyone else.
It is okay to ease your guard.
Not all beings seek to poison your blood. No matter the scenario, a fear of being hurt again. Hasn't the lord god your savior forgiven you time after time for all your sins? Then thou shall treat every situation with a pure heart. Don't deny someone a chance because you bare ugly scars.
Don't get in the way of what the sparrow has in store for thine.
Pridefulness steps in the way of gifts, divine.
Understanding that he will forgive you every time, do not tempt god. For that makes you much like the demon kind.
My lips wrapped firm around the cigarette that I'd pull from the pack. Thumb grazing harshly amongst the spark wheel, I lit the stoge. Pulling in a drag of pure tobacco and nicotine. Orbs gazing out the balcony of the villa. The sun easing beautifully, gracing the sky at a sedated pace. Passionate pastels of pinks, purples, and yellows blanketed the atmosphere in a Van Gogh fashion type mosaic. The earth is art.
A pair of palms glissaded up my painted and tainted back cascading to my shoulder blades, leisurely reaching my shoulders. It felt like a fire ablaze a trail upon my skin so scorching hot, goosebumps infested my inky melanin.
"You out here pulling on that nicotine Olympas? Them cancer sticks?" Her voice spoke with a minute but if fire lacing through her syllables.
I puffed a drag, parting my lips as the smoke eluded from my warm mouth, inhaling it in once more, exhaling it through my nostrils. Turning my cranium over my left shoulder, my orbs captivated with Olympas's upset glare.
"And if I am?" I lifted my brows at her.
She sucked her teeth at me, purloining the cigarette from my fingertips. I observed as she placed her voluptuous lips around the stoge, inhaling a pull. My pupils dilated, the vapor poured out her lips resembling a waterfall. I then watched as she took the cigarette, pressing the bud against the skin of the back of her hand.
"Sss, Olympas what the hell?!" I screeched out at her cupping my left hand.
"We're one right? You want me going through this pain too?" She arched her brow. "This self-sabotage is ending." She threw the cigarette over the balcony, it twirling in the wind down to the white sand.
