Communication of my identity

comM unic ation of my identity

by Maria Murphy

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In the bright sun rays, strong winds, boiling sands and salty air, I am finally finding myself again. I’m connecting back to my roots, to the past that I tend to forget about. This is where I’m from, this is part of who I am and still who I want to be.

I focus on my breath, my skin, seeing how every day brings me even closer to myself. In these precious moments, there is no need to be cynical, no need to anticipate the future.

Thank you for this opportunity, I will be forever grateful.

trapped

Here, I am my own biggest problem.

I got myself into this state. This is a suffering that I chose to stay in. Don’t admit it though, never admit it. I try to fight it but it doesn’t go away.

I do not like it here, I can’t leave, I can’t move. The harder I push, the more it hurts. My mind is becoming more and more irrational while by body becomes frozen.

The walls are starting to close in on me. The space is becoming smaller. My breath is becoming shorter. Now im claustrophobic. Vision is tunneling. I break a sweat.

Here I have the excuse to be irrational. This is my messed up safe space.

melancHoly

At some point I died.. I forgot something.. A deep void.. The song that I mumble to, not knowing where I heard it from.

A Deja vu is not living in the now, what are you attached to?

Im holding onto something but I don’t know what it is.. do I recognise this smell? I do but I can’t.

Where am I? Who are these people? Are they able to see me? What will they do?

I don’t know anyone Don’t recognise anything Something is controlling me I can no longer decide for myself I don’t want to move as I don’t want to be recognised Stay small, don’t make a sound. Don’t let it know you’re scared, it’ll only make it worse.