How is it, when we cannot escape?
When life assumes so incredibly huge proportions that one simply cannot stop it?
That is us, when masks remain for so long over our faces that we forget what is under it.
And here comes my solution: one should appear naked on a blind spot and ask oneself: how do I stack up now?
1 comment:
is there a path from seethe to sooth? from blindness sight to seeing the heart-thing or even the me-thing in you?
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