Words

I have been thinking a lot on words recently, Lucifer, and I am sure that people soooo underestimate their power. They use them carelessly and do not really understand the impact that they can have. I know myself I have used them to give knowledge, deceive and reveal some things that were best left hidden. Too often do we say something without really thinking about what it means, just as too often it is hard to find the words to truly explain something either. For the problem also lies in interpretation.

But what I find the most frustrating is finally putting words to some things and being unable to use them, in that the more you know you can never speak, the more you feel the need to. So I turn to you, for you know the depths of what I mean. You allow me to vent without the worry of repercussion. You take my anger and tell me where it should go.

Of all of creation, my angel of light, you I can talk to, freely and safely. For otherwise there is no valve and we both know that there is absolutely no point in putting my words into the mortal realm. Already too many things have been said that should never have been revealed in the first place. I will not hand over any more power, not when the only outcome is to diminish me.

Scream

There are times, Lucifer, when I wonder as to why? What have I done to warrant the wrath of the fates that they delight in my pain? I would tear apart flesh and blood to remove the offending sections, stop the power of thought, hurl defiance at the air, but what would be the point? To bring myself to permanent residence in your company is something to attain, but not yet. Not when I cannot guarantee that the way of getting there would achieve its purpose. For to have the possibility of futility for ever is not something to deliberately seek. I can only hope that the times of frustrated anger will continue to decrease, there is hope that the light at the end of the tunnel is not just your presence to take me home soon.