Friday Musings - September 2

Being stuck inside a small caverned space has left traces in the flesh like graven tattoos marking trapped insecurity. Bounded, chained, and incarcerated, takes away any possibility of escape. Groping and searching for a way out weighs heavily on the spirit. Interiors are only mirrors of self-reflection. Feeling around, hands on walls, looking for the key to unlock the door becomes relentless and seemingly unending, as a blurry darkness blinds and any glare is not quite enough to allow for seeing. Seeping through a crevice, however, comes the Other, who opens a possible world that transforms the spatial closure, and thus leads to redemption.