all that rises someday dies, where does this leave us, should we cry, head must conquer guilt and shame heart must seek power and fame
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praises
the spirit and I parted like a lightning bolt leaving a cloud—I screamed bloody thunder while my insides
22- I lied,
of course I did. I said I broke up my tyrant heart like a planet, like all the little bits of me (stomach, lungs, skin) warred
I trips
The spirit and I got along fine. One time, I cried for a whole day while the spirit experimented
iowioieoiagjoa ;ajao;i
having a spirit possess you was pretty boring, actually. After the initial confusion where they screamed about being dragged to a material world
Maybe
this all rises from the root of childhood. The very foundation of understanding I built before conscious awareness, in order to make sense of the world.
I could be queen forever
screw karma screw consequence screw action and affiliation and strings of fate leading me blindly along to some divine end, screw
21- spirit
The thing is, humans of my time talked about heart versus head to represent feeling
Die da dah/Rie ra rah
So I said, how do you shapeshift into a demon? Those and dragons aren’t in any of the books or
It’s up on Amazon
The book is available on Amazon. What book? Zis book
Jordyn Saelor 