I don't know if this is right, forcing myself not to feel hate, to feel disgust, to even feel a tinge of despair.
Surely I'm right. I am not made to feel things like this. God knows me; he made me. He knows that these dark days are not what I crave for.
Yet, the more time I spend on the dirt, the more I feel pain.
This must be how the humans feel after a while.
Empty.
Like nothing really mattered.
I do not know how they do it, how they managed to stay sane. There's so much hurt on the soils of the land that even the Lord above knows that it is beyond repair.
For it is the last days these humans live, and they have already passed the point of no return.
Those who knew long ago, have already left, their feet far from the ground. Gravity does nothing to them, for they are no longer a part of this world. Those humans are safe.
But not the one I care about.
She knows, but she had chosen to stay, to be the beacon of light during the dark days. Her Father above is pleased with her, but she isn't safe from what is to come.
I know what would befall her, and I couldn't let anything happen to her.
So I had sought a way out of Heaven's Gates, and flown straight towards her. I had been hiding from her, my feet firmly in this depressing ground, always watching.
The Lord knows of what I have done, but he knows that I wouldn't be able to let go if I hadn't gone.
I don't know if I ever will, now that I see her before me, alive and breathing.
I wrote that in here, but at first I didn't want to post it. I don't think it's too religious... at least I hope people won't make rough comments of it being religious.
No, the real reason why I didn't really want to share was because...
I was finally feeling attachment to something I wrote.
Finally.
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