The Last Sapien | the peel

The Peel | Throughout our life we keep adding layers on us, physical, emotional, imaginal while we peel off so many from others, not once even the same exact layers - where people feel cold next to us as if they are naked, or feel that they need nothing on them as they are so comfortable with what they have - even if it is nothing.

I do not ask the tangerine I just peeled how it feels, but I can see how a badly peeled orange feels which is so different than a good strip.

The act of layering and shelling is one that we practice throughout our entire life - we put weight, drugs, alcohol to soften the hits that life brings upon us. We cover ourselves and shielding our souls from the direct exposure to reality - we drawn our sorrow in the bitter sweet, we relax our pain with the comfort of weed and we feed our frustrations with amounts of Ice-cream and pastries.

Removing these layers is letting realization land on us leaving us exposed to truth. There are moments that we could love the truth and find it OK, we sometimes dislike it and shiver. We feel like that badly peeled orange, that is half ripe so we end up with a large stain of juice and a rush of sourness lands in our mouth, so we sugar coat it, we clean the mess and try to continue as it never happened. We are great in pretense, living in denial but we need them' layers to hold on to something, as we distrust ourselves, we create a new reality - so we better change cloths to assimilate, so we layer and then . . . peel