Once in a while, you lose your vision and gain something far more important.
You gain the sight to see the galaxies that cover up your skin, that speak highly of how much you need to care about yourself, of how often you need to see yourself and remind yourself that you are enough.
The scent of the colours that damage your skin doesn’t define you, it guides you.
It guides you through a journey that is worth a billion years of darkness just to realize the importance of light.
The journey ends when you find your scent, when you don’t need to see galaxies in your body to know you are extraordinary.
It ends when you know you are extraordinary.
And just like that, you kiss your wounds and thank your crazed up mind for creating something so harmful that it cures because damage sure does bring happiness, doesn’t it?