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.