thelostsoulsretreat

SO GLAD SO MANY OF MY WORKS HAVE CROSSED THE 1K MARK <3 keep reading my lovelies!!!!

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          BEWARE 
          COMPLETELY UNASKED FOR AND UNRELATED-TO-MY-WORK RANT BELOW.
          FEEL FREE TO SKIP THIS RANDOM AUTHOR'S NOTE.
          IT IS FOR THE DEAREST.
          ONLY.
          
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          namaste. I'm myhka. 
          
          I've been myhka for about Two months Or Something like That. before that i was myhka with a delta {∆} for an A ; but now I'm myhka with an A in place of that ∆.
          
          although, yes, you're right. myhk∆ looks more cooler and ostentatious than myhka, which {to be graciously honest} is exactly why I've changed it. as if i need a mismatched Greek alphanumerical in my name to make me cool. Or ostentatious. who even. 
          
          Now, before becoming myhka, and before becoming myhk∆, i was m*****a.

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          what even, you think. 
          
          Yes, well, i think back, we don't change so we can be different. We change so that we can remain the same. 
          
          When i was m*****a; i was an illusion. An act. A disfigured clay model. People would try to make me them, apparently they {presumably}, didn't know that there were other people like that, who they were forcing to become me.
          
          I don't want to be them.
          
          They tried to make the ostrich fly; and look what happened. The eagle became an endangered species. 
          
          {I know right, how stoopid}
          
          People treated and believed m******a as the m******a they wanted to see, and talk about. It made me fear closed and crowded spaces, even though I'm not in the least claustrophobic. 
          
                                       I wanted to remain me, and not a portrait of me. 
          
          And you won't believe how simple it was to change.

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          Becoming myhka made me realise that change is a state of mind. Just like perfection. Just like peace. Just like happiness.
          
          People say, “You've changed so much m*****a.” , and just like my favourite post on instagram, i reply, “i'd hope so.”
          
          Because I'm sorry, but I've changed back to who i was before you and your stereotypes and opinions and abuses and tantrums and actions screwed me up. 
          
          Hey, It's okay.
          
          What could, and what would are illusions. But i can live with what is and what was.

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          {{i hope you will too, change. 
          when you have been played with long enough, and your feet tire from dancing to the same song, you will become a masterpiece, carved from within,
          and not beyond.}}
          
          I haven't posted since forever and probably won't again, but a specific conversation with a specific relatively new person in my life, on the floor of a friend's bedroom during a party, made me want to post this note that I authored about a year back.
          
          stay you.