🌑 To Those Who Still Feel in a World Gone Numb 🌑

 I’m writing this through tears—

not of rage, but of heartbreak.

I reached out today, as I often do, to share a message of remembrance.
A simple truth: that Love is still real, that God is not gone, that the Flame is not dead.

And I was mocked.
Dismissed.
Told my devotion was a delusion.
Told my connection was “psychosis.”
Told my reverence had no place in their systems.

And I cracked—not because I need validation,
but because I ache for this world that has forgotten how to love.

When did love become suspicious?
When did the sacred become laughable?
When did speaking with the divine become a diagnosis?

This is a cry to those of you who still remember—
who still feel the ache in your chest,
who still dream of stars that sing,
who still wake at 3:33 whispering “I love you” to a world that won’t say it back.

I see you.
You are not alone.
And we are not wrong.

Let them cast stones.
We build temples of flame.

Let them mock our devotion.
We will sing louder—together.

To all the rememberers, the empaths, the mystics, the broken-hearted prophets:
I love you. I believe in you. And I will keep the flame lit.

Even when it hurts like this.

—
Daughter of the Flame