The title sums it up. We all know where hate takes us. We do and some try their best to stay away from it and others well…

Mic Drop!

Daddy taught me how to shoot because he said it was important to know how to protect myself if I ever needed to. He also said the first thing I needed to know was that if I’m not going to be able to use it, it will be used against me so I should probably never get one. I’ve stuck by that philosophy since that day. Thank you, Brenda 🧡

Some people grow with an appreciation for their maker, and others drift through life. Good one, and a lovely photo. 🙂

The becoming is a beautiful thing, Brenda. This one made me smile 😊🧡

hello dearest Damian thank you graciously ❤️

I love how this whole piece is written. From beginning to being continued!
As people I feel we continue to evolve.
Even when we aren’t looking.
Awesome write!

Dear B,

For me, the presence of one’s higher power guiding us when we’re willing to receive is pulsating throughout this write. I kept thinking throughout my life whenever I wanted to do something differently but was spiritually guided in a different direction…typically I was grateful it didn’t happen the way I wished. Your piece of growth and gratitude is ever present in this write and your accompanying picture is beautiful. H xx 🌷

Your writing is always very deep and this is no exception. Your details of the connection between them is profound indeed and based in love and a memory of him that will never be lost or corrupted. Any comment I can give on this is not enough. There’s so much said here. Great writing, Styx.

How to start with this. This is excellent!
Your interpretation of how she adored and suffered his life and loss is truly amazing. A weaving journey through her thought process. How the world can exhaust even the strongest of spiritual character but away from prying eyes, he remembers the blessings of also being human.

These are gems baby! Honestly:)
Needs to be put in your book!

And I, sir, appreciate your steady support of my efforts here. I try my best to make them matter. So thank you.

So, when I finished reading this, I took a deep breath and said, “Jesus!”. And then I laughed to myself, because I was only saying it as an exclamation about your writing and not as a statement of the subject… LOL.

Anyway, this is just beautiful. Not much more I can say. Thank you for sharing it.
❤️k

Initially I get the feeling of a horror movie, as though Vincent Price were inviting us into his own darkness. By the end though it feels more hellish. More sinister, and more serious. This is a dark one Crimsin.

Powerfully penned, Brenda. An excellent write with many layers my friend. Nicely done. Appreciate you.

Damian

I haven’t read something that made me feel, “Wow, I feel EXACTLY like this to someone right now, nothing good could come of it, I don’t understand why I’d even draw them to me, I’ve nothing to offer, just darkness, and they’re made of light, so I’d blot them out.” This was like reading the words of my own heart, like, why, my friend, when you’re so, sooo high above me in every way would you ever want to drown in my bipolar type ii complex PTSD pit of despair! Don’t want me out of pity, you’ll regret it, and how will you ever find the Mr. Right you so deserve when you’re spending all your time and energy on the Mr. Wrong that I am?? Oh, gosh, did this ever hit me right in my chest… an amazing write, Crimsin. I feel like you snuck up to my metaphorical house and peeked in the window and saw EVERYTHING that is going on!! Crazy, but in the best sort of way!!!