I feel very raw. I feel like I have been stripped down to the foundations of my life as I know it. I can barely explain it aside from sharing the visual I keep seeing that exemplifies my feelings:
I see my body, standing upright. It has been excavated like an archaeological dig site. There is not much left but the foundations of what was once a golden temple. I see my body as this shell, filled with dirt and vague structural pieces, evidence of what used to be. I feel neutral towards it. I only somewhat recognise it as my own. It sounds awful, because it is mine and I should be worried about it, but I’m not. I am very slightly curious towards it. I wonder what used to be. I don’t really remember.
This is 2015. This is where we are right now. We are standing in the shell of what used to be, or that emptiness is headed your way. It’s alright. Everything old is being removed to make way for the new. The new is beautiful, green and lush. It just takes it’s time. The sun sets over it beautifully. I see it. Purple and pink skies with bold orange and yellows arching together, blending softly to create something we’ve never seen before.
Each day we are reborn a little more.
Featured Image ‘Rose’s Portrait’ by Lyndsey Vu