lisa/rafi/aki
born in 2002.
frankenstein surgical heaven angel.
reactive attachment disorder + others

flower of mold, made of cigarettes, graveyard lace, thunder inflamed clouds, department store lighting, and swollen soft body of suffering.

my desolate and burdened soul

what i chastise, what i take pleasure in. what i pray about, or how the structures of what i have condemned inside me is composed. i think i have little but preserved and icy impressions of what i was, like curtains freezing and sticking to a windowpane. nothing i say about myself is as meaningful as choosing to disarm oneself to another's presence.

i live in a castle in the air, my own phantasm, i pass through the walls and halls of my own body and mind, i float through world post - surgical exorcism, and i rose again, but was never the same.

when i retrieved my medial records, i thought i'd understand more, and who i was would come flooding back into this chasm, but there was nothing in those papers i could understand. i try to look at pictures and stuff myself back in my body, but nothing seems to fit. i felt more and more dirty, more abandoned than ever. if i was a flower, i would be a hydrangea or a rain lily.

i once wept for 3 hours straight in prayer and sobbing in the Notre Dame Basilica.

i enjoy painting and art, and have created many assets you see on the site, such as my banner and illustrations.