Layered Insecurities
I will dig deep into my layered insecurities, hold it, in its essence and speak soft existence into it.
Hold it not in an attempt to vanquish it but to understand and pave the way for internal kindness.
Stained cloth
How do you scrub the memories away and start anew? It has left a big dark stain on a beautiful white cloth that's never been touched before. The way the cloth holds onto the stain, you'd forget it wasn't meant to be a part of it. You continue in your oblivion. You go on believing if it wasn't for the stain, the cloth wouldn't be anything but blank and empty. In a way, the stain is the cloth itself. What is the cloth without it? Like a dried bloodstain that only gets darker with time, it clings and deepens onto every fiber. Years go by, some days you completely ignore the stain, while other times, you can't help but focus on its darkness. It pulls you in again and again. And so one day, you decide to be done with it once and for all, you rub the cloth with both hands as you watch the water carry the bleeding red. While you try your best to get the stain off by tugging and pulling, you now see what was once white, has a tinge of red spread all over the cloth....
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