Transguration#2

Being a psychedelic sheęp of the family was a norm to her..
her best friend was solitude. Being an out cast was a culture. She understood that from light comes darkness and from darkness comes light. The world awarded her with many labels, being misunderstood and misinterpreted to being a virus, she knew that though many saw darkness outside. But there was a flame that burnt within  of which was sparked by a God that lived in her Soul..

She became one with her flaws. She loved herself unconditionally with her scars that made her whole, the mistakes that groomed her, adventures that made her street wise and love that made her pure.

She knew that her hands weren't clean from sin because throughout the years the acidic rain of this toxic humanity destroyed her innocence and created a hell proof and a heaven rejected Rebel but in her Rebel she saw a tame beast that longed to be loved and guided. Her flaws were filled with darkness but she looked up and saw that stars only shine brighter when there's darkness.

Her head was filled of dreams and demons. She found herself day dreaming about who she wants to become and at night the voices wouldn't leave her alone and all she could do was night think about who was becoming, at night she took her mask and spoke to horrific Souls that listened and did her biding like an enchanted Goddess.

Got to a point where she questioned reality as she's been so disconnected with the world and numb from all its seasons, she curled up to an derailed and illusive world of fantasy. Felt like she will never be ready to blossom and be beautiful she was truly a rare breed, those of greed, selfishness and instability would pluck her out for the wrong reasons and damage her while she's still trying to recover.