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.
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Reality is just raw m̶a̶t̶e̶r̶i̶a̶l̶ ̶f̶o̶r̶ ̶c̶r̶e̶a̶t̶i̶n̶g̶ ̶m̶a̶g̶i̶c̶