Cocoon pt 1

I couldn’t recall the precise moment when it stopped. But it did. Maybe life just got in the way. Maybe something switched off inside, completely disconnecting me from my sanctuary within. For some reason, I was denied access to my jungle of introspection. And there I was, my mind, my soul and my body, completely out of sync. It felt like driving a car with faulty bearings and screwed up tyre alignment. It took twice the effort or sometimes more, just to stay on-course and even harder when negotiating a curve. Try accelerating and the whole vehicle would shake and rattle that I was scared that it would fall apart and that I would be left holding just the steering wheel by the end of the journey, if I could even reach the destination. Nevertheless, the road demanded that I rattle my way through. The aim was to keep on moving because the place that I was in, was not a very nice place to be.

As my elements continued to go separate ways, I saw two things happening. Firstly, I was like a sheet pulled so tightly that anything that came my way would just bounce off me. Secondly, a simple rule of physics; if an object is pulled in opposite directions with equal amount of force; it will come to a halt. And to a halt it came.

So there I was, frozen in my own little dimension as the world continued spinning. And thus began another phase of transition which I now understood to be a pre-determined natural process of internal metamorphosis. I was in a cocoon.

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