๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ ๐š๐ฉ ๐›๐ž๐ญ๐ฐ๐ž๐ž๐ง // ๐’‘๐’†๐’“๐’„๐’†๐’‘๐’•๐’Š๐’๐’ + ๐’“๐’†๐’‚๐’๐’Š๐’•๐’šโ โ 

โŽœThe gap between perception and reality.โ  Cracks I've stepped through time and time again.โ  A shedding of identities, lives, masks, circumstance, fears and limitations; and in this season, gallons of trauma i'm not even sure is mine ["mine" being a contradictory concept at the moment]. Yet here, in this space is what I feel. Viciously churning sea water, throat burning as another wave throttles me as I struggle to catch my breath. Over and over and over. โ โ 

โŽœShades mask a fatigue of ancient proportions- cracks along the edges of eyes. A result of a weary soul and a life only part lived.โ โ 

โŽœShowing in snippets what this world struggles to look directly at: a collection of experiences that if printed and bound, would culminate in a body of work that would read like some never-ending horror show of humanity's darkest and most devious potentials; everywhere, everyday, in every moment. Unconscious perpetration and equally so, intense and violent upholding of [the status quo].โ 

โ โŽœAnd amidst the carnage lies the paradox: the beauty of this place. Viscerally painful to witness in its unfiltered everything. To take it all in at once requires a stamina earned; nearly unbearable intensity. It's no wonder we struggle to see it. The beauty. It hurts. And we look away while clawing to maintain our place amidst[History on repeat].โ โ 

โŽœYou may think you know something when you lay eyes upon another but what you are intuiting is a perception projected onto a reflective surface- an origin story amidst tall tales created about "them". A witnessing of Self through staring in the mirror of other. โ 

I am you. You are me.

Our stories;

๐’๐’ ๐’๐’๐’† ๐’†๐’™๐’„๐’๐’–๐’…๐’†๐’… ๐’๐’๐’“ ๐’†๐’™๐’†๐’Ž๐’‘๐’•.

โ 

โŽœHumbling lessons amidst the divide attempting to be bridged between divinity and that humane...โ 

โŽœTime to get real. โ It's all coming to the surface. โ Let's finally face it. โ So healing may be...โ 

โ โŽœFrom one human trying to figure it out, to another.โŽœI love you. โ โŽœI see you. โ โŽœWe can do this. โ โŽœWe came here for this. โ 

๐’Ž๐’๐’๐’๐’…๐’‚๐’š ๐’Ž๐’–๐’”๐’Š๐’๐’ˆ๐’” โŸ ๐’˜๐’†๐’†๐’Œ๐’†๐’๐’… ๐’“๐’†๐’‡๐’๐’†๐’„๐’•๐’Š๐’๐’๐’” // ๐Ÿธ/๐Ÿพ/๐Ÿธ๐Ÿทโ 

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๐’Ž๐’š ๐’Š๐’๐’”๐’Š๐’…๐’†๐’”, ๐’๐’–๐’• // ๐š๐›๐ฌ๐ญ๐ซ๐š๐œ๐ญ ๐š๐ง๐ ๐ข๐ง๐œ๐จ๐ฆ๐ฉ๐ฅ๐ž๐ญ๐žโ