Trapped within constraints that suffocates being and becoming, i untie myself from the shackles binded on me, through the dispersion of my soul and the traces i leave of having existed, homage to the one in me who knows nothing, but wants to learn.

Having seen how i saw myself, i realized, there was little i knew apart from myself. Self-knowledge is no mystery, understanding one thing is an implicit attribution to the one who understands. I want to have an understanding, yes of me, but more also of the world around me and of how it constituted, what role i could play in bringing out the beautiful pain of being this specific being, this person, whoami> breexzed