I was once reborn and called chaos, but have since evolved.
Once a story abandoned mid-sentence, unfinished images left within sepia dust, only to be forgotten forever like those childhood stories of fairytales-
those lies we were taught and led to believe as children.
While permanent changes began to unfold, mistrust blooming like an origami flower, all within the blink of an eye.
Those stories once penned, from blood onto parchment, became etched within stone, ...