🔞 ADULT: Profiles/ - Collection

The world set ablaze that day as soon it would set in the collapse of my Big blue wandering wonder; a massive archive of my life and my inflection of it. After that fell... well... the world i knew and loved was now in the air. having cleared most of my art and conversations, i was paranoid of their safety knowing me. it would be the first time i hurt my family doing so; having always hated deleted conversations- im so sorry to have deleted a decades worth or more. hopefully we will be able to find the words again to think back on that world; it;ll do nothing more than bring a smile to everyones day im sure, itll do wonders for this little light that razed the world..

somedays i wish i never found the dragon; alot of bloopy would keep intact id think if i hadnt.
leaving love and everything i knew behind i shed all identity- maxed out my cards; ready to be homeless. i had hasty misguided and prepared to run away from home; worrying my love lives and worrying family into sickness- i attempt at jumping the border through the thicket of thorns; even though the rain stopped for me that day. it makes me wonder who i even was then making such crazy leaps breaking every boundary i knew.

Auria: meaning wind- a soft breeze & Ambia: a close friend & the formation of adam.
Together on one day crying on my walk out of the house; fearful of my grandfathers soon to be death. I met myself a dragon that was going to be my very first new name to be, with auria reminding me of the gentleminded and ambia reminding me of family and whats close. i faced death not looking back retracing my failed steps of my hasty graffiti days; given to me for my birthday those spray cans spoke against the world as i drew a world of plants and foxes under those bridges. With the new dragon born of inside me; the fire and actions of their new freedom has me lost in a world of ego's and shapeshifting identity. for once i was not bloopy; nor was bloopy with me. I became the world that day thinking of a world that was always listening- trickling magic fated moments.. it made the world a movie about me.

i loved walking barefeet in the garden; being gentle with the ground.
We had an old upright piano stashed under our porch that i meandered in playing sometimes, it was always very nice to play for the very wide open- for the neighbours or the birds; it was nice to air out the music in my heart then.
usually playing gibberish or from the heart; i was never ever fond of the piano lessons. in the end i think it held me back as i was living through my own expression. River flows in you will always be touching piece. Gymnopédie No.1 will always remind me of patience. Moonlight Sonata of my childhood whimsy and the moon i followed; the front door open for the air to breath its notes.

I always thought the basement was haunted; it kept so many knick knacks from my grandfather's journey as a businessman around china- come here, he's gotten into the habit of collecting other peoples junk as rare treasures. Also gotten into the habit of storing stuff for long term storage... i only recentally found my tomogatchi that eluded me since kindergarten. I used to care for it a ton during my chinese/piano/math lessons.. oh how ive missed it; it's reignited a passion to keep old friendships bright- even if its all burnt down bridges; maybe these paper airplanes will reach across it someday.

They raised me in a single house that ive wished to inherit; it was purple and magical though not without its own creaks or needing repair- it was an old house with old wood. it kept my imagination and my world. I would train on the trees in my backyard; leveling up my strength as if runescape. Shooting makeshift bamboo arrows and bows to train my sight... my grandfather taught me how to bend bamboo slowly over a fire; making toys for me out of nothing.