on the subject of angels
do you think someone you know is an angel?
look into their eyes. can you see the old spirit? they’ve been here since the beginning, after all.
have you ever seen them cry? many don’t, yet some manage to look beautiful while doing so. it brings back harsh memories, the golden blood of their siblings on their hands.
many dress in white, glad at an opportunity to meet new people and admire this world. yet some shield themselves in dark tones, to the point where they could be mistaken for the thing they hate the most.
some may be clean, soft and gentle, with bright eyes reminding you of your happiest moments. they move through the world softly, taking care to not ruin this body of theirs.
others are loud. they are the life of the party, wild soul inspiring joy and energy into everyone around them. but when they are alone, they find the tears falling again as they trace their bare bodies, where the wings once were. if given time, they could make a constellation of flaws on this awful vessel.
some you pass on the street, and it’s as if lightening had struck you. you’re in the presence of something divine, and it’s all you can feel. a few of them hide it more carefully, writing scriptures in bathrooms and old alleys. drawing runes on parts of their body only they can see.
they don’t want to remember, it makes them feel dirty and ashamed of where they are now
so, have you ever met an angel?