flaring-beetle

One day you finally knew what you had to do, and began, though the voices around you kept shouting their bad advice-- though the whole house began to tremble and you felt the old tug at your ankles. "Mend my life!" each voice cried. But you didn't stop. You knew what you had to do, though the wind pried with its stiff fingers at the very foundations, though their melancholy was terrible. It was already late enough, and a wild night, and the road full of fallen branches and stones. But little by little, as you left their voices behind, the stars began to burn through the sheets of clouds, and there was a new voice wh

photos of people will emerge here as i emerge into life. ;)

she is right. she didn't say it this way, it's definitely my interpretation, but how my psyche understood it is that i am a slave. my power as a being alive is encaged, and i am the one who locks it away. i give my power away. this is making me feel very unsettled. this seems very important. my inner fortress feels under siege. walking on the edge, falling to one side falling to the other, i'm perpetually losing my balance and perpetually feeling closer to grace. i am so afraid of breaking off into light, of losing all that is familiar and while my fear smears across my face the calling to truth echoes and vibrates -church bells from