Between the layers of a child Silhouette.

Life. You know life is really strange. Thinking about how we already existed within and how we say we've grown when that part of us becomes visible to extrinsic sources... Life really is strange. It's like I've had this grown thing in me and all it wanted was to breathe, to express everything there is, else suffocative inside. Change is everywhere indeed, but maybe, just maybe change already happened. Yes, it's an ongoing everlasting process and all of that infinity but.. It's like I had her in me. And she just was not allowed to breathe. She was too much, and too much of everything was inside her, making her crawl trying to create her own reality. When I look at it, I spun back. Round and Round. Roundabout. Only to bring her into this Life, only to resurrect her origins. She already was a citizen, conscious of far too many. So just maybe what we call "learning" is bringing on to the surface, maybe it's already below the iceberg but we need more strength to open our eyes and keep them open between the linings of salty water.

Conclusion? She never was a child.

Her greatest challenge was to exist between the layers of a child silhouette.