Calling - Blog Posts
I don't have have any of the social media that would let me get this to him directly.
Can someone tell Matt Mercer that Candela Obscura has been haunting my library for the last three weeks? I think he'd think it's funny.
Someone, somewhere, who somehow has access to our closed wifi has been printing a copy of the quick guide at least once every day or every couple of days.
We have sixteen, now.
There will be a lull, we're sure it's finally over, and then boom -
Candela Obscura
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Why does emptiness hurt so much,
when there is nothing for me to feel anymore.
Dragging my pale hands across the dirty walls,
I feel like giving up on everything.
I've lived on for so long,
hoping that someday everything would get better.
But that was just a lie I told myself,
because all that ever happened to me was blue.
From heartbreaks to heartbreaks,
I lived on hoping I would be free one day.
But turns out the way we live our lives,
is always predetermined before our births.
Stars and galaxies had perfectly aligned,
to make sure that luck never came my way.
All those times I felt like joys,
were simply mirages on my abandoned mind.
I wanted answers for so long,
but was afraid to come get them.
Now in the middle of the night I stand,
my heart feeling heavier than ever before.
My pale hands glides over the knocker,
and the sound of it makes the stillness scream.
Moonlight is the only comfort I have now,
as I close my eyes and take a deep breath.
The cold night air smells bittersweet,
but strangely it feels like home.
It is home.
Losing someone you love is hard enough,
but losing all of them together,
is the worst torture that a soul can suffer.
It's been years since I came home.
But I always carried it within me,
a burden that was uncalled for.
Now with the moon and the night as witnesses,
I gather every last ounce of life in me.
Calling home for the first time in years,
I am answered with a gentle breeze that caresses my cheeks.
Maybe they too missed me like I missed them.
Maybe I should've come sooner,
so that I could live a little longer.
But it doesn't matter now.
I call home after so long,
to let them know that I'll come soon.
It's just a matter of months, said the doctors.
But to me it feels like I have eternities to cross,
to finally be whole again.
Calling home for the first time in years,
I can't wait to be finally home again.
© Moonyloonywitch
12/08/2021
You’ve allowed every other person in your life to USE you for their advantage. Why not let God use you for others advantage? Why not let God use you to bring Glory to him by helping others be used in the RIGHT way. Not USED AND ABUSED. Used and redeemed!Used and restored! Used and reusable for more use! Not broken. Not defective. Not abandoned. We are Gods treasure when the world says we are trash!