went on a walk today

it was v serene

modern angels

modern angels happy with their new families, but remembering what they once were

modern angels at churches, hoping to reach their creator

modern angels gazing into mirrors with their brown eyes, remembering the gold they once were

modern angels running through the city, smashing bottles and cursing this life

how to say my name (because you’re probably saying it wrong)

it’s sa-rye-ell

not sah-real

in case you were wondering

lawful angel: reads the bible, tries really hard not to swear, “father, our lord, g-d”, has their shit together, gets a healthy amount of sleep, drinks milk with honey, glitters in the sunlight

neutral angel: calls god “dad”, likes the rain, eats honey with a spoon, probably had big wings, reblogs moodboards, most likely writes decent poetry, flap flap bitch, wants to hang out in an old church

chaotic angel: “GOD FUCKING DAMMIT”, eats honey with the jar, will definitely fuck a demon, swears to fight god at any minor inconvenience, posts cursed furby images, really unorganized, wants to roundhouse kick an anti

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?

when angels call each other siblings, especially in close conversation, that owns my whole heart. if I said something meaningful and someone replied, “indeed, brother” i would probably cry.

let me explain some things.

i’m an angel incarnate. i’ve been going by sariel for some time, i initially went by isaiah, questioned, and changed it. i however, didn’t know the burden of the name. sariel is one of the seven earth angels. i wasn’t aware of this until recently. i feel a strong connection to raphael in a brotherly or companion sense, and gabriel in a way more flirtatious. i currently am, and will continue to look into sariel but i know very little about it. the chance of being one of such few earth angels is highly unlikely and i feel near impossible for me since my awakening has been and still is a long and painful process. i don’t feel i’m a shard of sariel, i know i’m the whole thing. however, i don’t know who in michael’s name i am. sariel is connected to the moon, stars, death and other such things. i feel little connection to those, more so to water and more sinful things i would rather not mention. i just need some assistance right now and i beg you, siblings, to help me.