Writing is healing, today for some beautiful reason, I just couldn’t, I just couldn’t stop writing nonstop for one hour. It’s all about beliefs and mindsets. I am not a writer, that said, today it felt sooo healing to write a part of my chapter ‘Bloody lego’, of my book ‘Thanks for kidnapping me’. I need to share important messages with the world. A part of my first shitty draft:
Her spiritual agony. Her head slipped into darkness. Through me, she’d not be haunted anymore. If only for a few minutes. Blood poured out of my veins. Ok, I’ll die. I might not be anymore. At least, I’d serve her purpose. From excitement, tears raced down her red blown-up cheeks. I couldn’t breathe anymore. But I could cry, without screaming as my voice wasn’t able to emit any sound anymore. Marga is on her mental excursion flashing her back to her inner child. Those who made her little kid’s vagina explode into streams of blood. Now my beautiful fresh little kid body’s blood dripping on the lego I played with. With Barbie dolls creating a tornado for my imagined village and country: Fistot. Her brother and father, monstering into her bloody asshole. Her mother prepares her for the gruesome actions. Spinning out of control. I became them. Now Marga is in power. Free fall on the little kid I was. Thank you universe that I’m still able to write these lines. #Unit Masters #Book on Blockchain #Love yourself #The four agreements As a challenge I want to sing acapella songs to raise awareness and publish these along with my book on the blockchain. Lots of love and cuddles for now.