Kitchen wires.

God I feel this timing is a bit off.
Although, Father when hasn't it been?
What am I going to do if it's not there for me anymore?
Is this part of your plan too? Must I somehow lead them out of their desperation.
Father, Father hear my cries again. Please, I beg. It saves. It saves. I've seen it.
Every time. Every time I see that sign my heart is recreated. I feel, recreated in your image. It takes me home and I know it does for them too. It will keep recreating for years and years if it is left to thrive...But is it true it's going under?
We cannot go under with the waves Dad.
We just cannot
We were told to continue in your ways and that is just what we will do.
What are we to do though?
What....I am to do?
Every time I end up sinning in a morally insane fashion. I hate my ridiculous desires, addictions and....boredom.
The love isn't allowed to be fulfilled.
Therefore, the body finds its way into the cold.
The body can't clean itself up out there.
It just appears way too wicked to heal.
It's a tossing and turning that isn't stable. It just isn't clean, by any means.
Saving it,saving you, saving me, saving them, literally from the key.


If it could have been a warmth of liability it would have been.


On the angleshot , in the kitchen the blood rested in the container.
The habit is dull.
The container is dully abused.
With her vengeance she can clean the loseta.
Without her vengeance she is left in an uncomfortable solitude with her container.
The container wont break its safe stare from her body.
Long... dark wavy hair laid out on her dramatic collar bones.
A light blue dress hung loosely on what appeared to be an overall, frail appearance.
....After a period of time her dark hair grayed and her porcelain like complexion began to sag.
The droopiness of her eyes scared the container.
The container could clearly see all things.
With a distorted view she beckoned the container to come closer.
When twisted around the container sighed a sigh of relief. To see the loseta clean and tightly fastened to her soulay.

Don't judge it at this point hun, you wont understand. Don't fear because it is not bad, it is not dark, it is not evil. It just is what it is from. It is safe. It is an outlet. It is a broken barrier.
And lilies are allowed to grow there. Do not fear. God is here. Lilies will grow in those fields.
Clear, significant and in a row.
In a bottle of romshahs and locked in a basket the lilies can grow. Do not fear. God is there too.
We will be kept safe. Realize he listens from all angles. Even in containers. You can limit his ability to work in you, but he will always be ready to be of the loseta.