Child with scars

Life fills us with scars, he told me. Time passes, leaving wounds on the body, He said, mind changes. I am not the same as yesterday.

Each scar is a piece of the puzzle that I call consciousness. Conscience is a heavy burden, not everyone can handle it. Consciousness has allowed me to see beyond my world.

That's why you can see me.

And without realizing it I am drawing. I do not know what. And suddenly. He appeared.