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Some may say that Humanity has no need for worship.
And I say,
“How’s that working for ya?”
It’s not the answer that speaks, it’s a reflection in the mirror, channeling fears. Confronting death. Accepting peace.
I resisted for years and I shed a thousand tears.
I spoke to my Self as I gazed upon her bright brown eyes.

The bathroom. My safe place. Where I can strip down to the bone and dance with desire. This place I was longing for turned out to be looking back at me.
I felt gratitude. For this beautiful life.
I felt gratitude. For this messy life.
I felt gratitude. For this perfect vessel standing before me.

A gift from God. Flashbacks of Dreams unsettled. The driveway as I wrestled with two beautiful young girls telling me I Am God.

I look in the mirror and the power of those words sparked me up. So vivid, from within. Wisdom handed to me like a gift. I. Am. God……I thought.
I…am…God… explored it.

Came to and realized I am no deity. I’m Grace and I’d rather serve than hold the responsibility to answer prayers.

So many ways to pray, I say. I explored.

And explored. And the number 19 kept popping up. Noticed patterns. Tried to interpret and make sense of this awareness before I ever really got to experience the full power of this kinetic energy that flows from nothing and can be tapped into through movement, thought, and heart’s intention.

Mind drifts. Thinking of last night. The wash. My gem. Falling asleep under the moonlight. Cars drive by in the distance but we’re unbothered. The way he touches me is like no other.The very thought of him makes my core quiver.

I must explore, I must explore. This place I call home. Through his chest I atone. And I moan, and I moan, and I moan. I scream at the top of my lungs and clap three times in the midst of our star driven union… gotta let the wild life know I’m a wild life too. Hear me throw.

Standing at the ledge, pressure builds up. Our eyes meet and not to my surprise, I arrive, I arrive, I arrive.
And I feel alive, feel alive, feel alive.

Oceans empty, rain it pours, the look on his face I can’t ignore.
Snap a picture, save this memory. Let it be the very ticket you need.
To take the train.
To take the train.
To take the train.
Destiny. Hopes and Dreams.
Inevitability and logic serendipitously meet on this train.
Train Train Train Train Train Train.

Empty drain drain drain drain drain.

Down I go, pits of Hell. Not for long, hear His call.
19 lives
19 knives
To the throat and I’m still here.

Kill me gently please and thank you, I’m a lady after all.
Down I fall, Down I fall.
Glorious death, lessons earned.

Not ready to go, ready to be the best.
The best student in his eyes.
Need approval, need encouragement.

Forehead to the cloth and now we’re hearin’ shit.

Blissfully, Blissfully
I release, I release.

Are we there yet?
Have we arrived?
To the afterlife?