[hurt] / d1 / fin

At birth, you were given a name that was not yours. It fit you like a shirt three sizes too big, falling off your shoulders, dragging on the floor. You longed for the day you could shed it like a snake shedding its skin. You went through life suffocating, desperate to break free from the chains society tied around you. Your family didn’t understand. All of their problems were easily solved by throwing a few thousand dollars at them. Yours was internal, years of soul searching, diving into the stars and cosmos of your own mind.

There are others, people like you, people who took what they were given and transformed it into something else. You pour over words with them, secrets hidden for decades that are finally being brought to light. It is reminiscent of your own emergence.

The days of sealing yourself away in a self-imposed tomb are over. You emerged from your chrysalis and found the world different than when you’d entered. Better, but different. You lost support in some places and gained it in others. You had new knowledge that both expanded your world and made it feel smaller than it had ever been. Everything was complicated and you loved every second of it.

You emerged from your chrysalis, not as a butterfly like everyone begged you to be, but a moth— still happy and beautiful and inexplicably drawn to the light.


[ part of the excerpts from scripture plot ]