We are made up of so many layers. Some layers come off as the seasons of life drench us. And sometimes when we stand naked in the sun, allowing wet shadows to evaporate, we are left with the only skin we can live freely in; the one we were born with.
Amazing, amazing š¤š¤š¤
That high of reading this piece! Wow.
I have to take a breather every time I read your writing. Makes me want to contemplate. Iām not good at it, so I give in to Rafi or SPB.