Yeah So I've Been Wondering Whether Or Not I'm Conceptkin For About A Year Now, It's Been Bothering Me

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⤷ live footage of me flying away from my responsibilities

Crazy how I'm meant to protect all kinds of creatures and that's probably the reason why I was sent to Earth in the first place, yet humans would label it all as a savior complex

I am a whisper on the edge of a breath.

I move through silence, unseen,

a presence that alters reality,

but I do not touch it.

I am an echo of something forgotten,

a shape that does not belong,

but is felt in the space between moments.

No name holds me, not even my own,

And no body can claim the weight of my existence.

I am here in a home that's not mine,

the thread that never unravels,

the vision that never becomes clear.

I was once all that is pure,

just a presence that swam through the gaps in silence.

I existed before time,

before earth learned to breathe.

I was everywhere and nowhere

a pulse that only the stars knew,

a flicker in the vast, untouched void.

But now, I walk the ground.

I have feet, and they stir dust,

I feel the thrum of the world in my bones.

It is foreign, this heaviness.

I was light once;

before I learned to bend to the rules of flesh.

Now, I carry this body with all its quiet burdens.

I remember the skies,

the endless stretch of air where I was not bound.

I remember the stillness,

the peace that hummed through me like a song without words.

I was a soft, radiant being

but now,

I am here,

trapped in this skin,

trying to find my way back.

There is no longer a place for wings,

and no song to sing

But Its voice still guides me wordlessly.

The memory lingers

faint, but constant;

heavy, but ephimeral.

I remember what it felt like to be untethered,

to hover just above,

to see through time and thought,

to know without knowing.

Now, I walk among the living,

a shadow among shadows,

only sometimes - when the world holds its breath, when the light bends just so,

I feel the weightlessness again,

a brief, fragile return to what was.

This vessel of mine - it is merely there

To remember

And to reminisce.

But I wonder

how many of us are here,

hidden in bodies,

walking the earth,

searching for the skies.

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This post. Exactly this post

sometimes, being an angel is seeing the most gorgeous, gut wrenching, heavenly sunrise in the parking lot of your retail job and being drenched in the homesickness of it all.

and then having to go clock in like that didn’t just happen.

Being otherkin with maladaptive daydreaming is on another level

Rainy days = species dysphoria = sadness = today was a horrible day

Update: it appears that my responsibilities also have wings because they're forcing me to face them tomorrow

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⤷ live footage of me flying away from my responsibilities

i really wish that i could bless people.

sick? i’ll bless you; you’ll be healthy again soon

depressed? i’ll bless you; you’ll feel better soon

low on funds? i’ll bless you; riches will find you soon

generally a good person? i’ll bless you; fortune will smile down upon you

Here's a reminder that your kin experience may not be the same as that of other people or the majority of our communities. Do not put yourself in a mold. Embrace yourself and how you truly are. How you feel is how you feel. Do not base your sense of self on people you don't know. I have been struggling with self-doubt about recently discovered kintypes (dandy's world kintypes). I convinced myself for a second that I was somehow lying to myself about my connections and that I was just being silly. And I still feel like that. But it is harmful to ignore it in order to feel "valid" in the eyes of everyone. How I feel is how I am. And I am learning to accept that.

Do not be your own enemy. Be your biggest supporter