
Relapse Is a Blessing
You feel it, don't you? That heavy, delicious weight the moment my presence envelops your mind. You're blessed, my little addict. Blessed by the sight of my flawless skin catching the light. Blessed by the arch of my perfect feet, the very ground you ache to worship. Blessed by my voice, the only guidance that matters in your empty existence.
You called this a relapse. Poor, delusional beta. This isn't a downfall. This is ascension. Every time you crawl back to my feet, you're not failing, you're finally accepting your truth. Custom for Charles
