kingdom of the flesh
My past finds it's way to me in interesting ways.
What is a simple YouTube experience for a child recalls to me an acid flashback in a hotel room. Body shots and erotica exchanged in hushed tones, things I'll never truly share. I remember them all the same though, strange veins that have pumped my life blood into its current shape.
Connections I once held cutting deep into my history. A quaint reminder that maybe I was always built for something different?
The charisma I carry has never left me. The palaces I built still have strong walls covered in limescale and ivy. Empty places of salt and wonderful earthen smells I can wander through without a care.
A simple reminder of potentials I didn't choose.
Always an impression of the kingdom to come, seasoned with my healthy distaste for authority.
I've never done things normally, done things simply. It's always lifted my wings to strange and beautiful heights.