The mind is a labyrinth.
I walk barefoot on the sand and without fear of tripping, I submerge myself under the waters of dreams, I walk naked with my soul awake.
Bold thoughts that take me to infinity and I don't think, I don't criticize, I don't stop, I just let myself be carried away by instinct and I understand that my route is not a chance, nor is it a destiny drawn up by a scribe, a story marked by thought from others, no! It's just my mind wandering through the void of pleasure that overflows through my thoughts.
He took the pen in my hands and ripped the paper. I ended up on a wall painted by lines that intersect, forming a silhouette that defines a face between wrinkles and shadows. I see myself in his eyes as if it were a reflection, a remnant of a past. I don't remember, a labyrinth.
But I do not insist, I do not fight against the current, because we are made of the same dust, the same sand, of water and the breeze, we are just that...! A dream
Maze
Pen/paper.
24X32
2020
