When I see no way out,
I cling to my father.
When I believe I cannot see God,
I quiet my soul until I feel him.

-Rhia Clay

Evil passes,
But not without repercussions.
They think they are the trap builders—
But once the woods
Begin to offer small feasts for free,
It’s to devour and erase
The ***** spirit of this world.
I belong to the woods,
To the seas,
To the thunders and the trees.
You never won the game—
You lost your security.
You think you escaped,
But you’ve entered terror.
Welcome to the game, demon.

I’m not a fool for counting the days.

I’m not a fool for missing you,
or bleeding quietly in your absence.

I’m not foolish for keeping my distance from people,
for building walls instead of bridges,

For learning not to trust.

No—

I’m simply terrified...

Because I’m still in love with you.
Still crying for you.
Still believing nothing can erase this pain.
My longing for you has become a monster.

But I don’t fear monsters—

I command them.

I bind them in chains,
silence their screams.
But this one…

This one won’t kneel.

I can’t sentence it to death for its rebellion.

Can’t starve it,
can’t silence it.

Because every time I look into its eyes—

I see yours.

And I weep.
You are my weak spot.

My undoing.
I’m not a fool…

But I love you.

Acceptance is hard
That's why many want to feel
Feel like kids again

Sometimes my spirit feels so weary.
Or maybe my soul is just done with hollow people,
sitting behind church doors and pillars of justice,
armed with hate.

-Rhia Clay

We made love
till even love
blushed
and
had to look away

Maybe age
stresses you to un-stress
and that's the magic formula