Eyes glazed with deep alteration, gasps of time and change. Hints at the future and nervous but adventurous chuckles
Altered ones
They whose eyes glimpse truth of self and possibility. Whose world shatters like a glass room to something -MORE-
Those lost in wild wood wondering wondrously how~~ did you get here? Can you even go back from this? Do you want to?
Altered Ones.
When it all seems drifting drunkenly shifting sloppily
Fuzzy, funny dizzy tizzy
Who are you?
Where are you going?
*rumble*
Oh when you feel yourself so sweetly sliiide along unhumanity.
Drip of the hourglass
Fade
Away
With your
Sense
Of who you were
But it's sweet, you say, sifting sections of thought and being
"Of course it is" your self replies
"You were always this."
Feels like
You've fallen into a fantasy
But it can't be real
This feeling was for stories
it feels good
To see it as it is
Real
Happening
reflection
I really hit the existential jackpot in having my spiritual awakening and otherkin awakening all within the odd (in a good way) liminality of postfurry