I feel full.
Too full in fact.
I eat too much and too often,
I think too much and too often
I wonder what was and what will be
I feel full of wonder,
Full of doubt.
The days pass me by like moments
And moments fly by faster than the blinks-
Between my breaths,
There is a rush in living, a rush to the end
An imaginary race to be finished
But the end is death, and I'm in no hurry to die
I want to live, slow
Deliberate, empty.
I worship the slow unfolding of time
The many visions of stillness
Inside an open cocoon, I grow,
Slowly, lahe, lahe.
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The painting, titled ' of the joys and perils of living in a cocoon' is made on canvas, using acrylic and ink.
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