FOLDS OF MEMORY
Upon birth, we are naked, and every day we live, every second we spend, every experience we have and every memory we obtain turns into what we wear. There, in its folds our past is manifested.
Being rapped around by the canvases of memories am sharing my inner monologue with you, which is filled with joys, grief, pain, death, laughter, childhood, parting, happiness.
After a while there comes a moment, the extreme point at which the past experience becomes too dense and begins to dominate that naked true Self.
The noise of repetitive thoughts galloping around your head may drown out the clear inner voice.
It is the moment when it is best to free yourself, throwing off the memories of thee past.