Calculated rebirth

Dissociated, made on Procreate, 7935 x 6969 PX (58.89 mb)

Faces in faces in faces, like the masks we wear, the personas we've built to cope, to survive. Laid bare in front of me, I recognise the story behind each, but I'm not one of them anymore. I've grown to view them externally. I'm not who I was and that's neither good nor bad, it just is. When I fall in order, I hide behind a false sense of control. I'm not in control. And if I divulge in chaos, I call it by name like an old friend, but Chaos secretly longs for my destruction. I must allow it to destroy only that which I no longer am, and control only that which I express. I am not one, but both.