It took some time,

I noticed that the only stools she seemed comfortable on had no backs,

And that he could only fall asleep on his stomach.

She ducked her head even when passing through tall doorways,

That his kindest smile was when he wasn’t acknowledged,

Or how she struggled in water higher than her waist.

He was most uncomfortable being thanked,

And she hated being reminded of debts owed to her.

He owned no tight or restricting clothes,

She never grew her hair past her shoulders.

They stretched muscles I never could find,

and seemed illuminated even in the dark.

I didn’t understand it at first, I didn’t recognise the signs.

And while they sat with me, with their skins all different colours, and ancestry spanning the globe,

There was no link between them, in beliefs, or images, or genders. Nothing to join them in any other way than their kindness.

And eventually, I could finally realise the reason behind their differences.

That while many of us had abandoned the Gods had created the world we were suffering through, they deserved a sense of respect.

Because, despite not worshipping them the same anymore,

They still allowed us our Angels

Decided it was time to make a monkey oc so here they are toyhou.se/16110089.fleur

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Practicing facial expressions

The lighting in my home is like that of a cave. There is a severe lack of natural light where I create