I’ve heard about the saying that the mind has layers, yes, just like the maze, the place cannot just escape like that. So, I’ve been thinking too much recently and I’ve been trying to unravel some secrets, trying to understand why I feel some things and why I don’t. There have been some important therapy stuff about peeling those layers. Maybe you’ve suffered from traumas, fears, habits, but if I were to mention about the layers of the art, I think I found something last night, just like it was in a dream.
I was walking through a very thick and tiny version of myself. My childhood, each dream was just like a dream of me. I had so much anger. dreams in the arctic i kept on going a lot deeper in my life and it was as if i’m going downstairs in bits that didn’t exist and places that i knew what didn’t exist it was more like a piece of pride so when i get to it i will never wear there was no war you just have to see me was my reflection was was not me it was full of so much challenges in my life the trauma the angels and everything and it was not my choice i didn’t know it so all this scared me it didn’t make sense.
All the layers isn’t just here we visit but we still have to tell the truth about life what is life looking only for the moment so staring back i woke up crying very bitterly for myself like how did i get here but something with me i’m not sure if i’m brave enough to go back but i think this layer is where the change happened maybe i’ll find myself in a special place where i could not imagine.
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