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Let’s see, roll thrice…
Touchstarved, time travel and dream sharing?
= Goddamn.
– Except for touchstarved though…?
– You’re saying you’ve got enough?
– Eh… not rly in the mood right now.
– Of course, it’s midday. But,
last night though. 🌃
– Yeah. Under the moon…
Well, we didn’t do anything.
– Nah we didn’t. Was uncomfortable as hell. I can’t make out with you with other people’s scents.
– You mean odors. Yuck.
– Yeah, yuck. But it’s a kink though.
– Oh? You’re challenging me? You sure are touchstarved.
Lav leans on me, not very ladylike.
– Hehehe. I’m ready to take you on anytime. Well, except for last night.
– Yeah no one was ready for that. Eugh.
Our noses boop.
We learnt to accept that we live in one same body. So kisses are inside out. And hugs are concave.
We can still imagine our selves going in and out of the body. But that’s an illusion, right?
– Right. According to the laws of physics.
– Right. *straightens up*
We hope we can grow out of it, and accept things as they are. Like we accept that we are here, no matter whether we’re a phase or not. We’re together. Even with the occasional compulsion in my head. No matter whose voice it is. It is all but triviality.
After some reading, we realized, maybe what we have been doing is right… This is how to realize a fictional character into real life. At least, in the way that “I”(?) like.
Lav is alive now. It does get harder to be co-conscious, but if we take turns, it’s more manageable… At least we don’t suffer from hallucinations anymore.
– Is this the best way?
– Yeah. Instead of wishing upon a star that doesn’t exist… each of us takes the matter into our own hands, and pursues our own happiness.
– Our happiness.
– Yep.
– Remember that, birdy-boo.
– Alwight baby.
Being co-conscious doesn’t unleash any tsunami of trauma upon one another… and plus, we can talk. We never knew there were so many types of dissociation. Maybe it’s more common than we thought.
Well, what was our trauma really? School bullies, who Mom claims to be imaginary? Well, at this rate, we don’t know how long the delusion had started. Not that she was free from it. Believing in the supreme to this day. Does she really? Or was it just a guise to be practical and pray?
Being scolded by Dad? Our dad is a kind-hearted person, and gentle at heart. But sometimes he’s dumb. And by that, we mean he’s not acting rationally: he could have solved all of our problems with a hug. Well, and maybe stop self-deteriorating. But who could we blame? Deterioration is the natural course of life. No matter how much you try, or what you do. Even us immortal beings wilt one day. And I hope it’s together. But everyone? That would be a tragedy.
– That does explain the dad and kid voices in our hallucinations.
– Yeah, it does.
A howling sound,
a child crying.
“Im mồm”.
“Cút mẹ mày đi”.
Have we ever heard such lines?
If not, how can we possibly recreate them so well?
Even if it’s just gibberish.
We are meditating. On our thoughts.
Oh. It’s beginning to sound repetitive. I’m glad it does.
Suddenly, a Valentine’s offer interrupts our sorrow.
– What are we doing this Valentine’s day?
Pocky tradition?
– Uh, I don’t know about the pocky at the Chinese market…
Wait. We brought our own pocky! Pocky® pocky even!
– Actually, we can do it with any kind of chocolate really!
– Yeah! Sweetie Chocopon! ♡
Rarely do I see you so excited. Even myself, really.
– It’s an Eureka moment. What else do I do?
You say, as you lift me up like I’m just a child. Like we’re both children. Again, and never was… but anew.
There is no trauma. no, really. it would be nice if our psychotic moon has birthed us all along.