I am spending so much time trying to erase my past that I feel blindsided when I discover that the past never cared to erase me in the same way. Suddenly there’s a clash of realities. A confusion in perception. Memories and question marks blending inside my bloodstream. I had a dream last night where I died and I was bleeding red syrup. It kept leaking out of me in slow motion. Perhaps that’s what happens when your heart is contaminated by a trauma.
Days like this is a reminder that the world I am slowly creating for myself is much more beautiful than the world we are born into. Reality is just raw material for creating magic.
Reality is just raw m̶a̶t̶e̶r̶i̶a̶l̶ ̶f̶o̶r̶ ̶c̶r̶e̶a̶t̶i̶n̶g̶ ̶m̶a̶g̶i̶c̶
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Haha exactly!
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