Dear Reader,
As of the moment, I like the name Caius. I am an angel, a muse, and a parasite.
Though I no longer practice, Christianity was sporaticy woven through my childhood, and it shows. I'm sure I'm connected to it, to the God the religion worships, but I'm not completely confident the connection is natural or trauma induced. But I do know, despite the reason alluding me, I fell. My Grace, or my divinity, however, still follows me.
My form used to be visceral. Glorious. But while I mourn it, I have also come to accept and worship the body I have now, as much as I may hate it. I also feel a kinship towards angel statues, and they will often appear in the collages I make for my divinity.
While being an angel and such is taking center stage in my life right now, I am other things. A goat, a spotted hyena, an alligator, and a bird, though I'm not completely sure which one. I am a vampire, a zombie, demon, and a corpse. I also feel connected to various miscellaneous things. Such as monkeys, neanderthals, and others I can't remember at the moment. But I'm sure I'll figure it out in due time.
Belief is a malleable little thing, though. I'm sure my identities will be a casualty of time and influence as I grow, as every day brings about a new version of myself.
Sincerely,
One voice out of many
Author's note: There may be inconsistencies or, at times, completely different portrayals of who runs this blog due to conflicting mental health variables. I am still who I am. There is simply a chance of chaos sometimes.
For instance, I am not the one who wrote this intro post, nor most of the ones I've apparently made in the past week or so. Fun fun.
Going to start tagging Caius's posts so there's less confusion over who's writing. Though I'm sure it's glaringly obvious.
Main:
@just-a-bird-in-a-cage
