I remeber that I thought that I was flying throught the air, without anything helping me while I can just float in the air by my self.
That I can hover in the air in a room or an office at a public swimming pool.
Today I think I was splitting, dissociateing what was happening to me.
Coercive and forceful, adult - child, multiple deviance and exploitation, physical signs of mutilation with alot of alcohol and drugs, then depressive emotions not only of the adult but of me too.
So when I was young I had thought and dreamed that God had given me a spiecal gift of flying, that no-one else can do, but me.
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sometimes I think back to what I did, what I thought, and it seems like that.
It's like looking at a movie of someone else, I'm hovering around looking at what's going on between two men in a toilet, I recognise only one.
It's me. I had the same feeling when I was acting out, I looked down on a frightened kid, I recognised him as well.
It's the best way to look at what went on back then, from the outside.
And as you move on, where you are now becomes the next view.
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