Sadness expands to where no end shall ever be found. But maybe it must be so. And my soul leaves the pain just be. There is no need to fight anymore what is, and always has been. I will reemerge. I always do… such an odd thing it is. One of those where a choice is never given.
I am now the mourning of thousands. The pouring rain of their tears flooding my eyes while I stand under this open sky with my palms wide open. Those souls in need of light. Let them consume what I become when in between worlds. My arms around them all again. Trying to take their pain away; shield them from evil, cover them with my tears if they could just heal.
Pour me the silken liquid. Let it do what it must, since I can’t feel anything but molten darkness. Nothing is of solid form anymore. My fingertips sinking into whatever they touch. The world is once more covered in the soft black dust of what has been my whole life.
Know, that I don’t mind this dark place. As it is known to me. Believe, that it is a safe place where the fears of them all seem mine for a while. Maybe that is why it is so! Because just battled souls like ours can give a moment of peace to them, absorbing the pain of others so very easily.
And if truth could be to this, I gladly take this on. Again it is light which comes of darkness.
I like that thought…..
Love and Strength to you.
Simone van Hove Emery@All Rights Reserved on all Photography and written content. 2017