The blurred line.

July 14, 2026

Why is it that we always want to dye our hair, get a new piercing or a new tattoo when things feel odd?  Blue hair, blue hearts. My mind feels trapped in a cycle of blurring lines between reality and fantasy. The one of you and I, the life we built the one I lost. The life I always try to fall back on. The dreams. Our dreams… Until we meet again in this realm? I keep believing it’s real. A delusion of my hearts desire the one person who understands me to the deepest extents. It’s fair enough right? Gives me a good writing base. Ah to touch the ink that bleeds your name.