The World is a Dreamlike Haze

Writing based on some of my previous art.

Magic, magic, magic! My god, everything is magic!!!

The texture of the sky that you fall into, it's magic. The way your body morphs itself in normal shapes that seem so strange (and why?), all of a sudden and you don't know why, it's magic (but it's so ordinary), it's magic now, how you can function in any way, shape, or form (why does my form hurt?) in spite of the fact that your mind's in a fog. You're not asleep, and you're not awake (why do I ache?). The shapes all around you seem surreal and fake, and everything you think is (fake fake fake), all the depths of your thoughts (I’m gone), every little twist of the spiral (when does it end), as you sink into the magic sky (I ache I’m gone I ache) all you can think is (the world is a dreamlike haze)

Nothing.

You think nothing.

…

Ah fuck. Your brain stopped working. Whoops.

No worries, it's chill. Wake up slowly, get some coffee, and splash some water on your face. Cold, ice cold, so much so that it makes your face peel off.

And make sure to take care of yourself, okay?

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NOTES:

Hello! So I’ve decided to take a break from Reddit, Tumblr, and Instagram, making the decision to log on only once every 2 weeks to promote my writing & art & music. It just so happens that I usually post my art on Tumblr & Instagram, but also I wanted to continue posting new art regularly on Substack & WordPress. So I thought, “Okay, my blogs are for writing, so I’ll just write a small piece with each new bit of art.”

And here we are! I’m starting with some pieces I already posted onto my Instagram & Tumblr (which are chandra_creator and khufiya-khaufnak-art-gallery respectively), posting them here with some new small bits of writing. I shall do this with new art as well.