Radiant

Humans fear death so much, but there is no death,” he whispers. “There is only the illusion of it. We can never cease to be. We must stay like this. Forever.

If this is foolish, I don’t want to be wise.

My mother always says that love is like a snakebite, a venom slowly spreading through your veins.

I know the path by heart, by heart- a funny expression, so true. My heart knows right where to go.

My heart knows right where to go

I don’t love or hate humans. I respect them. They shape themselves, in a way that we angels do not. They tell lies and sleep around and curse, and they try to define themselves so valiantly. Who am I? they keep asking. Why am I here?

I guess I always knew that our time together would be fleeting. Ephemeral.

Angela’s in love with an angel.