The Cocoon

The cocoon is more the realm of what accumulates inside than the noise of the outside world. Humans weave their cocoon not for protection, but with what they are forced to carry. Faith stands above, burden descends below. Energy accumulates at the center not to open, but to keep record. Time flows through this structure like water. The body becomes a bed; memory, fear, love and silence blend together in the same flow. Wings stretch, but flight does not occur. Because not every transformation is completed; some only accumulate. But like every order established with blood, many waters have flowed through this cocoon too and water has found its bed again.

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