me and me
It has been a very intense day. I woke up and felt as if I was walking with me observing my emotions. Silent bliss and complete wholeness to sadness arising from realisations of what has always been. Loud like the thunderstorm few minutes ago, quiet like the ground after the rain. Liquid and warm, grainy and abstract. Like the photographs I was observing earlier this afternoon. I felt restless and my breath could not reach my lungs. Closed my book and turned off the music. Out of instinct searched among old self portraits. Like a diary of faces dressing my skull. Found this one, so disturbing and yet so profoundly solid. One of eyes is still closed whereas the other one is already experiencing a new moment of sight. Like what someone once said: there is nothing more surreal than reality itself.