She made art from the parts of her that were broken. She finds beauty in chaos.
— Jennae Cecelia
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this is not chapter 1
and this is not how the story begins. but maybe once you were a beautiful dream with a pure and innocent heart in love with everything
but then you were forced to grow up too quickly and the sharp wound-causing edges of the world severely cut deep into your mind and soul
and turned you into a nightmare.
sunbeams no longer feel warm
and you're lost deep in thought
maybe you still remember when life
had an exuberant softness to it and
those summers which would never
end that only the youngest of
lovers would ever understand.
do you remember walking through the beautiful garden before you met the snake? what about the foreign installation deep in your mind -- your reptilian brain? from dying stars and serpent gods here we are nothing more than robots and machines
murdered in slow motion
by the mundaneness of
our materialistic schemes.
but fuck supernovas and the snakes crawling through the garden of Eden, what about your soul? religions have only steered you away from it and science has systematically told you that the material realm is everything there is to the world.
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