Friday, 5 November 2010


And I guess this is one of the main things you go through in life. You escape the warm, what you know, for something new. Somewhere you have no idea what you will encounter. Birth is the prime example of this. All the screaming, the pushing. The breaking through, the end of the 9 months you spent encapsulated, fed, warm, safe, in a womb. And although the other examples may not be quite so obvious, that is life I suppose, locked in a state of repetition. And although I am scared, although the warmth drapes like a blanket, the comfort caresses like a kiss on the forehead - everything you never knew you wanted is right outside your comfort zone. So I guess you keep moving, you keep moving. But oh its so hard to leave the womb sometimes.

Photography: Muzi