my statement to the world? i just made the entirety of my existence... up into thin air. i dreamed it once before, now it is true... then it is gone. never to have happened or will happen again. a lucid dream of liquid disappearance. i wish to hold something of truth, or reality... of light. once again.
i shall name her and become her. it may require a number of sacrifices along the way, but with each declaration of freedom... one grants me a ball and chain. i have yet to adjust to the innocence, but at will at least try to spill an improvisational attempt at explaining my worst case scenario. until then, a curation of pieces is at stake and the rest of it is just shit.