There are layers and layers and defences and barriers. Our mind builds them so they take care of us during the flight and fight moments. I consider them good. They are important. All of them work as a team to win.
But as it happens in all wars, some we win and most we lose. The layers become weary. Ironically the layers thicken after every battle lost. Mind undergoes an excruciating process of mourning the loss and helps the defence mechanism.
A new layer added today. Some barriers strengthened. The one safety haven, a shrine got ripped away. Strong gales blew it away. There was not a wee bit of a chance for survival. Nakedness saw the world and decided to take a stand without its haven.
The world is a cruel place with desires of its own. Its instant, rampant arousal refused to budge. A brutal transgression happened they all said.
It was called rape. It was also called death.
Lost haven, where art thou? Save me.
But as it happens in all wars, some we win and most we lose. The layers become weary. Ironically the layers thicken after every battle lost. Mind undergoes an excruciating process of mourning the loss and helps the defence mechanism.
A new layer added today. Some barriers strengthened. The one safety haven, a shrine got ripped away. Strong gales blew it away. There was not a wee bit of a chance for survival. Nakedness saw the world and decided to take a stand without its haven.
The world is a cruel place with desires of its own. Its instant, rampant arousal refused to budge. A brutal transgression happened they all said.
It was called rape. It was also called death.
Lost haven, where art thou? Save me.
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