I’ve found the place where my peace lies. I know I can get back there again. I also understand that I won’t be able to stay in this place forever.
But I know what it looks like now.
The colors, me, we, my body, my heart, my soul, my essence will guide me there when I need it most, but I will also be able to always feel it within me.
I get it now.
It is always there; always protecting, but I must choose to see it. To Feel it. To breath it, think it, know it.
We are home.
My soul is Chrysoprase Chalcedony.
It guides me home and brings those in trouble to me.
I choose how to let it shine of its own accord.
I choose to not let others diminish this light.
Their thoughts are not mine.
I choose.
About the Creator
K
I just want to discover and create. I want to find passion and joy instead of always finding my way back to anger, darkness and sorrow. Life is meant to be both, but I want to live with passion and only visit sorrow when necessary.
Two Wrinkles In Time
It is pointless to run, my darling, because sixty seconds ago, I will kill you. My blade will have sliced reality open right in front of you. It will have first pierced it as it would a bed sheet left hanging to dry, flapping in the wind on a Sunday afternoon. But the metal will have drawn a line in the air that the ghostly tear will have followed. Then I, La Dyablès, machete firmly in hand, will have emerged from what your mind, at the time, could only interpret as the other side of here—whatever that means to you. I know. I have seen that look on the faces of countless unlucky… clients. You will not have been the first nor the last to try and reneg on a riches for soul contract only to present this visage to me when I come to collect.
By Lily Séjor6 days ago in Fiction
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