I have always related to that picture where a koala is wrapped around a tree embedding itself into the bark.
Imagine that tree is my friends or people close to me.
That’s how i have always been.
Parting always felt like my skin and flesh had become part of that tree and everytime I moved on I felt I lost some layers of me.
Life is harder for clingy people like me.
I wrote a post long ago about this koala situation.
But things have changed now I guess.
I have lost too many layers.
There are no more skin or flesh to lose.
Just bones tangles between a mess of veins caging the organs.
Just a no-frills engine.
Do I feel pain? Yes.
Does it hurt when I lose someone? Yes.
Do I feel I won’t be able to live? A big NO!
I don’t feel like that koala anymore.
With all my tenacity stripped I don’t even have arms to wrap around a tree.
Am I turning into a selfish person? I don’t know.
The fear of losing a tree, a person, a possession, skin and flesh or heart and mind..everything has dissolved into the core of oblivion.
Like life being engulfed by the black hole gradually when you were busy mourning your loses.
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I have thought of myself as a koala. Kind cute, seemingly harmless but if threatened, I will cut you like I am shredding a bamboo tree and leaves for my supper. 😉
I am still looking for my tree to hug and anchor me but with all my allergies, I’d likely just get tree hives…J/k.
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Ahahah. I always looked like a threat 😂 it’s just my inner self that’s a koala. Even now thats more like a sloth.
I don’t look for trees now I know they are very unresponsive.
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