„NOBODy, Now“ is a visual diary of shadow work — of OBserving, healing, detaching and letting go to dissolve unconscious patterns. It follows the metaphorical death of an old self and the search for identity beyond learned scripts. In grainy black-and-white, everyday snapshots become markers of change, reflecting the turbulence of becoming. It’s an invitation to pursue freedom, to choose you, and to live instead of merely exist.
As the future will burn
Present heals
bringing me closer to all that is me.
Nobody, now
observing patterns
from above
detaching
day to day
detouring
year to year
crawling over walls
curiously
as ignorance was never bliss
and standing still only comforting
all simply to exist, not to live
To the day all i am is me
Losing a piece,
to find one again
to reinvent another
kindheartedly
with anyone, anytime
Having no control,
not now
nor never
three fourths incomplete
roaming unlimitedly
Choosing freely
of who and what I want to be
To A quarter of a lifetime, four twelfths of living.
Not my thoughts,
nor perceptions.
Not the fear,
nor the wounds.
Not the actor,
the survival specialist
nor the images
the portrayal
All I am not,
while getting a glimpse
of all I am.
Rewiring
letting go
of what used to be,
for puppets are
simply to perform
protecting
all that is me,
habitually.
Passing
through time and space
uncovering
all that was never me
Breaking in walls
with time and space
Healing
what's already crumbling
non-negotiably.
To a lifetime of living, three more quarters to go.
All so I can slowly go
decaying in the earth,
so I can grow, anew
as somebody else
as somebody free
Living life as it's meant to be.
laughing and living
as childish as it used to be,
maturely
While everyone is changing,
everything is changing.
so I be me, anew.
Nobody, now.
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