This morning in the brightest sunlight, I discovered some marks on my arms; they look like a bite mark. But they are not, when I looked into it, I found they are just skins coming out of the skins. The earth is making dust out of dust.
The more we keep thinking about ourselves and our existence, the more we see that in our very own lives, there is no ONE single person who understands us, including us.
Somebody might try to understand you, and get closer to you thinking they know you. But how can they? Even we don’t know what is the next thing we’re going to think of. Nobody is supposed to understand anybody, nobody is born here on this earth to want us to understand truly.
Even if, we see somebody trying to make a path to understand us, we immediately abandon them. That is how we live so far far from our own galaxy. But we do one thing, we always think of something; and sir, yes sir, whatever you’re thinking, that thinking is the only thing that is TRUE.
Back to the story, when I saw skins coming out of my body, I stared at them for a while. I saw those little pieces of skin dust were ready to departure, they were destined for a long long journey. They have to move at the speed of light, they need to reach the outer galaxy, at another star, where my thoughts are building a shape of my body, they have to join at that structure; leaving my body here on this very earth, my soul, my thoughts need to go someplace else.
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Friday, September 29, 2023