what is this veil?
this strange awareness.
these persistent butterflies. always at night.
the beginning of the end and vice versa.
an intense and sudden urge to dive into the flutter of pages. the urge to prepare.
the young human self realized it was just a small and meager part of a string of past and present and future selves.
and now the urge to cleanse the string of the broken human self with all its repressions and projections and coping mechanisms and socially induced mindsets.
the uncovering of many secrets is to follow. and mark my words, it will happen fast. and we will be alive to see it.
weird. what else but weird at this stage.
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