warning : this is a vent, about childhood sexual abuse under the moodboard, the first is an imagination writing. i don't feel really fine posting thinspo, i usually don't do it but i'm having an insomnia, way too tired to edit it out (wasn't supposed to post it).
i'd like to leave live in a space where time is irrelevant, where the night never ends. not the ones filled with doom and death, not the ones haunting me from memories. i'd love magical, misty nights where comfort comes even from the cold, filled with safety, only limited by imagination. when i was in italy, for the beautiful nights (or was it already to escape?) i admired bats flying through the street lights, imagining to be a witch. with my glittery halloween costume, black and iridescent. i'd be flying, feeling the harsh wind on my face, observing the town from above. whispering to the shadows in silent alleyways, traveling through dimensions you can only pass reuniting specific conditions and explore the spirit world.
but the mirror was already begginning to crack, wasn't it ? i could hear echos but i had no idea, no one did. you tore it all away and my nights were filled with terror and torture. there's not sugarcoating it, there's no nostalgia to this. abuse is intemporal yes but harsh, raw, violent, atrocious. it sends you straight to the pits of humanity, there's no imagination to it, no expression, nothing positive in it. it's pure witnessing, pure pain. you don't feel like you're you, you just act and it ends at some point and then you're still here with this knot in your stomach. but the worst comes after, it comes when life loses all its magic and all you have left is the void and agony. over time it gets worse. worse than what it was sometimes. because it's not just a memory, it's everyday's behaviours, thoughts, absences, dissociation, slow crumbling until your present life is only that or worse than at that time in some way.
but i still find comfort in the night when your ghost isn't here and i'm hoping life could be magical again. my mind is my territory, you're at disadvantage. im going to bleed you out of my veins and my brain. you'll die in misery but i'll get through the fear. may tomorrow be tasteless like it's been for years, i can daydream until it's real again. we can't both exist in this family world, your time is up.