Unstitched Muse

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Originally a reference to needlework, hearkening back to mythology. I thought it enigmatic enough to capture some aspect of my essence.

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I made myself my muse.

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The muse of unraveling. Of deconstructing. Of untying the knots that that bind us to who we never were.

The muse of thriving in liminal spaces. The unreal. Candles flickering as I summon love into your body.

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Prophetic dreams of the mundane.

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I once came undone. Life began to unstitch the threads I had desperately tried to sew over my hurt; Fate had another plan for me. It then became my task to finish the unstitching. To see the beauty in my soul undone. To make my self anew.

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I have no delusions of solidity in my current self. We renew and remake our selves each day, the threads and stitches subtly shifting over time. We co-create our selves with the Universe, and with each other.

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What can I help you create of your self?