The distance from
ourselves within us, the distance from our loved ones, our friends, our peers,
our heroes, our strangers, seems almost inconceivable nowadays. This remoteness
has grown to become a very indistinctive line that appears to wave and lean
sometimes towards one side, and sometimes towards the other. A streak that is now
and again darker, now and again just about invisible.
What may we owe this to? Could it be the increasingly rapid technological knowledge and advancement? Would we rather submerge ourselves in a world created artificially!?
While cocooned,
everything appears safe, even in situations that may in reality not be so. This
illusion being such precisely because we live, although just for a moment, in a
world created by our preferences, as a consequence resulting ideal and perfect.
Yet more often than
not we misunderstand our means to get there, this point of ecstasy, being
misguided by the idea that we need to separate ourselves from the real world in
order to submerge into this other. But the truth of the matter is that
fortunately or unfortunately we can –too easily– accomplish this. Frequently all
we need is to disconnect one of our senses, allowing it to be free and lead the
way into a different version of the reality we normally perceive.
We are cocooned in someone’s
arms.
We are cocooned in an aroma.
We are cocooned in a memory.
We are cocooned in an aroma.
We are cocooned in a memory.
In a word.
We are cocooned in a
feeling.
We are cocooned by the
weather, by a taste.
We are cocooned in trances.
We are cocooned in trances.
Underwater, toys,
warmth, home, music, caresses.. they surround us, and protect us. We are cocooned;
we are safe.
Live, experience, learn, makes mistakes, fall, get back up again.. these are the fears that drive us to hide and take cover.
Could it be a matter of personality?
Of experiences that have marked us? For a short period of time, or forever?
Does forever even exist?
Would it be a waste to seclude ourselves!?
The same things that protect us, hurt us. Todo depende del cristal con el que se mira.
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