Pure. Grace. Lips curled into a smile. Eyes crinkled. An angel on earth. Words, meanings are everything and nothing. Communication, manipulation, deception, white lies, truth, promises. All words that only have meaning when given context. That is what is happening now.
You could say I know someone that is an angle on earth. On the surface, it seems like I would be admiring her, but she only brought me pain. Everyone has one, whether they acknowledge it or not. A person's angel can hit them like a truck or just be something like a tap on the shoulder, but they are there. Always watching, always with you. You'll never defeat your angel only conquer them until they rise again. Mine so far I haven't quite conquered. I don't think I want to. In my darkest moments when no one was there, she was and told me like it was. Maybe I didn't feel better about it but she didn't leave me. I guess you could say she was an angel on earth, just like the devil. The devil was once an angel, sent away to earth. Probably became lonely, upset, angry and in pain. So the devil must have decided that the humans should have a little angel with them, a little bit of the devil in their emotions. What we call them depends but are usually referred to as our demons. We all have demons, they amplify negative emotions and become apart of us. We have to control them, conquer them and never forget them because an angel on earth might not always be a good thing but neither are humans. We ourselves are cruel and unforgiving. Our needs become our focus our goals distract us from others, we distance ourselves, we hate, we don't always have the decency to be a good human being. Yet here we are. All together but divided. Pushing people away. We're selfish creatures. However we do have good, we have moments that can restore our faith in our humanity. All we'd need to do is unite. Easier said than done. Our little angel on earth, our demons are in our head, maybe they're not just there to amplify negative emotions. Maybe it's so that we humans all can relate through the darkness and create something beautiful. Maybe just maybe being united is possible. Yet then again when has that ever gone to plan in the past?
Written: 15/10/18
Finished at: 2:30 am
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