The unanimated life


Lately I have been starting to think some things are not so real as we think they are, materially speaking. The spirit guides us through our journey. When our spirits are lost, we must know our ancestors will always be there to tell us who we are... I don't want to sound that corny, it's just we actually are our ancestor's birthmarks, burden or legacy -whatever you wish to call it-

It is hard sometimes to find the way out. Specially when you have been inside for a long, long time.

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