Post by Utarefson on Sept 4, 2022 7:48:29 GMT -5
I would like to understand what I am, I've never felt like I belong, I was born into a family, that, was not really superstitious. Beyond ghost stories and demons of the Christian faith, mostly my Aunt was the superstitious one everyone else was what some would say are normal.
But I, always felt out of place, I used to have vivid dreams as a child often I would fly high and travel the world in my mind. Sometimes my dreams would feel so real, I would even have normal experiences in my dreams. Later on in life I would have recurring bouts of Deja Vu, so many times I've lost count, so many places like I've already been here.
That said, I have always had this obsession with blood, when I see it I can't look away. I'm mesmerized by the sight of it, it's almost sexual, like a yearning lust that makes me salivate. As I teenager I would cut myself just to see the blood flow, but after a while my life began to take on normality. I guess I just got so busy I forgot all the oddities of my life, I was so consumed by my responsibilities that I stopped dreaming I stopped feeling urges, I was consumed by existence.
Now that I am alone again after 15 years it's all flooding back in, what am I?
But I, always felt out of place, I used to have vivid dreams as a child often I would fly high and travel the world in my mind. Sometimes my dreams would feel so real, I would even have normal experiences in my dreams. Later on in life I would have recurring bouts of Deja Vu, so many times I've lost count, so many places like I've already been here.
That said, I have always had this obsession with blood, when I see it I can't look away. I'm mesmerized by the sight of it, it's almost sexual, like a yearning lust that makes me salivate. As I teenager I would cut myself just to see the blood flow, but after a while my life began to take on normality. I guess I just got so busy I forgot all the oddities of my life, I was so consumed by my responsibilities that I stopped dreaming I stopped feeling urges, I was consumed by existence.
Now that I am alone again after 15 years it's all flooding back in, what am I?