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Unwinding. Unfolding. Unravelling. Deploying. Stretching taut, numb muscles. Facial muscles. Emotional muscles. Heart muscles. Finally freeing me to be me. Letting go, unchaining me. Simply me. Unapologetically me. Here I am. In my unashamed, unadulterated splendour. With my weaknesses, strengths, uniqueness. In my quirkiness, and daffiness. Hello dear me, how are …
She’s down sometimes. She’s self-conscious. Always wondering if everyone is staring at her. She sucks in her tummy. Trying to camouflage the lovely mound that is her lower belly. Passing by the opaque windows of a building, she gazes at herself. Did I add weight? Do I look good in these clothes? She …
Push, pull, shove. Push, pull, shove. On and on it goes. Each one is trying to gain ground. Gaining, loosing. Grasping, grappling. Holding on, though we’re losing ground. Then it happens. We are at the edge of the cliff. None wants to give way, yet one has to, or both lose. We are at …
Hello. I am Osiro.
I would like to simply share with you, my personal impressions.
Of the world without,the emotions they stir up within.
With my own words try to paint pictures of both.
Osiro Nyar Kepha,
Chemin de Val sec , les Pennes Mirabeau,