Now I am become Death, the destroyer of worlds.
— Why don't you wait inside? You like waiting inside.
— I don't think so. You've got an amnesiac Archangel hiding out in your bookshop. I spent last night worrying If he's going to wake up. What if he remembers who he is, what if he's faking it? He could smite me. When Gabriel smites you, you've been... Smited? Smut?
— Smitten. I believe.
"In the face of life's unpredictability,
loves becomes our steady anchor,
guiding us through the storms of
uncertainty."
They’re dreaming of men who beat them, a backhand, unsubtle kick to the groin. Men who clench their teeth before striking, they hiss, “Look what you’re making me do.” The women cringe even in sleep, under the stares of men’s eyeballs road mapped with veins, popped with rage, the whites the color of mayonnaise left out for a week. One wonders how they could even see to deliver their blows. But women’s fear is a magnet. I hope you don’t know this. It draws the fist, the hands of men, hard as God’s.
Quite an experience to live in fear, isn't it? That's what it is to be a slave.
Cuz you're scared, I ain't there?
Daddy's with you in your prayers
No more crying, wipe them tears
Daddy's here, no more nightmares.
Standing by, watch you in cry in vain
Screaming out: "Save me from this nightmare!"
There a girl who's crippled by anxiety and can't move
when she looks in the mirror. She smiles when everyone is looking but cries when she's alone. She hides because she's terrified to show herself. My world is so empty. My world is so big and cold. I want joy and hope. Dean air where I can finally breathe.