Ive dreamed of cannibalism the last few days, watching as someone gets eaten, of eating and the one being eaten.
I know its a sign of change and the consumption of my self for what is to come. The transformation and death of then so that I can be so full of myself, knowing intimately each part of who i was to become who i was always meant to become.
Maybe thats a monster, but most of the most coveted and beautiful things are monsters isnt it?
To be touched by them and yet you cant touch in return. Burned and Humiliated.
Ouroboros…
My body squirms as if the skin Im wearing is too tight, too choking, my back feels so heavy like the muscle between my shoulder will rip and fall, my eyes are watching, sensitive to the the souls behind others emotions, I see you.
I feel death and the cold he whispers in my ears, Change is coming and it is simple for as long as you take another step. Dont look back, dont look down. Breathe and never linger for too long.
Does this make sense?
I dont quite care.
Ive dreamed far too vividly of Gods and the end. Of sand and earth reaching the highest towers of New York. Ive dreamed of Churches hidden in the heart of slums, of angels weeping for no light reaches them. Ive dreamed of the religious praying to their dead goddess who has not spoken to their dead world, Id have said that here I am, but what then? what after? I care not for them. Ive dreamed of home and storms and love, Ive dreamed of devotion and saviors and a love unfulfilled. Ive dreamed till I awoken tears falling.
My lords, my gods, beyond and within. Where shall I even begin.
Can they understand the meaning of vivid? they laugh at me when i say i cannot watch a single horror movie, because what then? I do not wish to become the monster. To be chased again when im supposed to be resting and asleep.
Ah.
I remember now.
I was chased months ago in my dreams. for weeks on end. and now they have caught up and I am being eaten. No i am forced to watch as we are being devoured.
there needs to be change soon.
There will be.
