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After a year of being miles away from my parents, I reunited with them back in Bosnia, and I’ve had very complicated feelings this past week, and I can’t put them into words, so I’ve just been looking back in my journal to see if I can flush anything out and reach some sort of plateau in myself. Once I am settled, and this awkward mesh of feelings can become something, I’ll delve more into my complicated little travel story and the upturning of a weird little life. In the meantime, here’s something I wrote at the beginning of the year that I have been grappling with as I revert back to an almost childlike self-consciousness being here with my parents and family where I am constantly having to remind myself who I am on my own. With that, I added a little poem I wrote a couple weeks back when I was on a writing spree, and I hope it inspires another one soon.
Metamorphosis Mindfuck:
When the caterpillar begins to absolve the magic it itself has produced, first meshed with liquid, now solid and cracked, do you think he knows what he’s done? Emerging from fluids within himself, made of himself, both past and present, liquids that pushed his body along to completely unknow then re-know itself, can he tell you that he’s in the same reality? And does he have flashbacks when he now flies? Always fluttering, as if twitching, tripping- never gliding, are his flashbacks of crawling dragging him down to land upon new flowers? Are these flashbacks too quick, are they sometimes stronger than the belief of his butterfly reality? MONARCH. When you grow into yourself, do you think you deserve it, over and over again, do you deserve it? If you’re there already, do you deserve it? I think it’s yes. I think it’s no. I think that’s you.
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I lie on thoughts above
Hot rocks evaporate quicker
To reach another evolution:
Idea of a never ending
Beginning Because
In the center I’d never lie
☆ s from north of space