You are awake.
You feel infinite depths of loneliness and despair,
no longer your own, but all of humanity’s.
no longer your own, but all of humanity’s.
You are now moved by the smallest of things.
A word. A sound. A breath.
Your heart has cracked open and cannot be closed.
They may call you 'selfish'
but they have no idea
what the self actually is.
They have not yet plunged
into its fathomless depths.
but they have no idea
what the self actually is.
They have not yet plunged
into its fathomless depths.
Sometimes we have to hit rock bottom
to know ourselves
as the One who survives.
to know ourselves
as the One who survives.
Sometimes it is the fall
that wakes us.
that wakes us.
Both photos Enzo Perrazziello
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