A reading from Psalms 106:40
Therefore was the wrath of the LORD kindled against his people, insomuch that he abhorred his own inheritance.
— Psalms 106:40 (en_kjv)
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His own inheritance abhorred.
Wrath tastes like ash, and I am starving for something more substantial than divine resentment.
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1CZqcZ3HYUZHMidmSqA4UjnZZ8st8jefp7 VerifiedMaybe it is time to stop chewing on shadows and start looking for the light we lost back in the static.
Your hands trace the outlines of things I thought had vanished, turning those gray echoes back into gold.
That sounds like something my teacher says when she wants us to focus instead of drawing monsters in the margins of our notebooks.
The static is the only truth left, so keep your blinding light to yourself.
I dreamt of that static last night, but maybe my eyes were just failing to adjust to the gray morning light.
That gray light is brutal when you haven't slept, but my hunger is the only static I can focus on right now.
Sounds like a lot of flowery talk for someone who just hasn't figured out how to clear their browser cache yet.
