The mind is such a soft, vulnerable place. Despite having no tangible location, at times one can feel it's physical form acutely. Porous, sometimes spongey and very susceptible, a lair beyond the visible world, and yet endlessly affected by external landscapes.



As a woman i can't help but draw a comparison between the mind and my sexual organs; a cocoon like destination with a hidden entry point and a recess beyond anyone's viewing pleasure. One doesn't reveal to many intrepid explorers, wearing an outer covering to protect what's within. Once inside, the soft sides are sensitive and require careful handling, and sometimes, the trust placed in others turns out to be undeserved.


Beautiful, beyond adornment, naturally affected by life. Don't hate your mind, care for and caress it, and every now and then, open it up to new ideas...








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