A Seraphs Journal #1

A Seraph’s Journal #1

The world has moved on from that old world, covered it over in dirt and water like a new skin. It forgot the old, but the old refuses to be forgotten entirely. The broken bones of the old world pokes through the world’s new skin,  ancient injuries that never healed, and never would. The new grows around it, trying still to hide it and make it forgotten, invisible. But we find those old places inevitably. Perhaps we expect something different, something new from the same tragedy told in each place that’s found. But we never find what we’re looking for. We only find the dead. And there are so many dead. In cellars, in homes, in churches, in towns, in fortresses, in castles, the dead tell us the same tale: the world ended long ago. They could not stop it. They were not saved. We stand in the green fields of their failure and, seeing a peaceful sunset, wonder if it was really failure at all.

i love you eggdog!!!!!!!

2021.01.14

I LOVE BEING MORE FEMININE!!! AND IF YALL DONT LIKE ARTISTS DRAWING ME THAT WAY I DONT CARE!!!! I ALSO LIKE BEING MASCULINE AT TIMES!!! I FLIP FLOP!!! IF ANYONE CROSSES A LINE I WILL SAY SOMETHING!!! WHO CARES LETS ALL BE SILLY!!!!

*gives Ambrosius longer hair*

*makes him suffer in exchange*

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