A fox tale

I often feel this urge to search for something, something that feels longer lost and close around all the time.

It’s weird how humans get attached, we give meaning as we please and also revoke like it never existed, what a sad, powerful thing to do… for even if it hurts it’s always easy to become an empty shell. I feel like we learn this too soon and use it too fast as if to protect ourselves for every single thing around us.

The thing is, I’ve been noticing more, noticing how my face changed through time, how my bones and my skin adapted, how my hair tangles itself and how my mind seems to tag along. And it’s amazing and scary being aware of myself, like I’ve fell into a slumber, been dormant for so long and suddenly the light is starting to reach my eyes. And in this moment I get caught to the feeling that, I want to remember, whatever it may be that I’m always forgetting.

And it turns out that reminding ourselves that everything happens, when it happens, is a hard task, reminding that we, like things can sometimes be lost and found is even more difficult, and my biggest fear in all of this, it to not see clearly when the cocoon becomes a prison. For I also want to flourish into something better, something beautiful.

I feel like I’m finally finding my way again, and I can’t wait to be back on myself ♥
また会えたなら覚えていたい
この景色をずっと。