Everyone has a choiceDust. Dust on the road you step foot on.
I wave my hand goodbye, the last time I will see you again.
No tomorrow. Tomorrow is lost to the toads of today.
Tomorrow is broken by the bullet lodged deep inside their brain.
Tomorrow is over. Nothing remains.
Your hand is cold. Your lips shiver.
And there is nothing I can do to make you warm again.
Your lips shiver while you tell me not to worry. Not to stay.
You are cold and hungry and I am miles away.
While dust settles on your sweating forehead, all I can do is pray.
I refuse to believe this is all. I refuse to believe you have to take the fall.
Tomorrow can heal us, if we stay alive.
Tomorrow will save you. All you need is to survive.
Even in the deadliest circumstances, you still have a choice.
When the tide comes to take you. Use your voice.
The Mirror Lied Deumos stood on the threshold of the woman’s home. Deumos didn’t care who this lady was or the fact that she was married and had three children. The only fact important to her was at this particular moment, this housewife was alone. Deumos watched her hum softly to herself as she prepared dinner for her family. Like other demons, Deumos was nothing more than a whisper in the woman’s head. A void. While the woman could not physically see Deumos, Deumos could see her shifting uncomfortably underneath the pressure of Deumos’s presence in the room.
The need to devour a soul writhed within Deumos and so she glided toward the housewife. Looming over her, she firmly grasped the housewife from underneath her chin and pulled her towards herself. The housewife, mouth agape, did not have enough time to mutter out even the smallest cry for hel
CourageWhen you are lost,
Look deep within yourself,
To find the courage to smile on your darkest days,
To laugh in the face of your loneliness,
To look at yourself in the mirror past your insecurities,
To have faith that you are worth it,
To be brave enough to lift your head,
To see hope in the stars.
To find the strength to take the next step forward,
Even if the future is unknown.
Like a book you have the power to write your story.
Some chapters might be hard to get through.
They might drag you through the dirt.
But some will also show you light of the sun,
And the love in your heart.
Life is precious.
With the good times, and the bad.
They make us stronger,
They make us empathetic,
They make us think,
They make us who we are.