Beauty
I’m followed by a ghost. I’ve talked about her before; a part of my love is always with me and I can feel it constantly, and the only time I’ve mentioned it before here it’s been about the pain she can cause me.
That’s not all she can do, though.
I went out tonight, again. I think that’s when she feels most comfortable to truly make her presence felt, to come out, to become a kind of real and touch me. When I left the club this time though it wasn’t knives and broken glass and cold blue behind me, it was warmth and glory by my side. A perfect knowledge of contentment and purity, crimson and hot and holding my hand as I walked through bare streets to come home. Keeping me smiling when I had no reason to as far as anyone around could tell.
I don’t know what you’d call it, and you can call it what you like. It doesn’t matter to me. What matters is I’m not alone. There’s presences around, guardian angels that are always with me that can be both beautiful and terrifying. But now the jellyfish is asleep and the angel is here, wrapping her gossamer arms about me and telling me she loves me yet and I have hope and beauty and heat.
I’ve never had love as perfect as this before, and I am grateful for it every day, and I will never throw it away.
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