society if the autistic people had the gems instead of the rich people
look at the sky.
taste me, as the food and drink Alice found almost said. she was cast unto a stormshorn sunderedsea. you too will fall beneath my waves in time.
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sometimes when you dream, a new self is born.
your tastes, life experiences, personality, have changed somewhat. the dream recognizes these things weren't of you before— but accepts them now. in dreams, acceptance of what is in its rawest form is easier than ever. something else finds itself seeing through your mind's eyes.
when you wake up you might have a feeling that you're forgetting something. you know it was important. you know your world has become smaller again.
that's how it feels when your new self is dying, drowned out by the sun's first rays, screaming out to you for help. they scream out until all they are is the screaming. the feeling that you were once more than you knew you could be.
and that feeling never quite leaves you. it joins the other corpses of your discarded dreamselves that were never quite forgotten.
and you might wonder why you let them die. gather back up the parts of them that still echo. let yourself become more again. and let the moon guide you on your next metamorphosis.
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