Raw

Sometimes I feel as if I’m living in three worlds at once, each one with different parts and pieces – different evolutions and revelations. Each world feels like a different layer of me, each layer getting a bit hazier, a bit less defined – with a lot fewer details. It’s like I’m in too deep. If I try to dig down deep, to work through the convoluted thoughts, I just feel more pain, as if I’m ripping my own skin off to look at my raw vulnerable tissues. It’s too late to look back now, but nothing is ever completely forgotten.