Skin by Nouf Al Nafisee

Posted on February 10, 2013 by


If we are what we think, we’d be a million different people by the time we’re gone.

An idea is born and for hours we can’t help but obsess over it. We think it is the truest thing that could ever exist. Nothing could make us doubt for a moment that we might be wrong. a new red layer of skin has been exposed to the world for the first time. Hopeful and naïve.

Then we sleep on it and a new process begins. Doubt. We begin to see defects in our perfectly perfect theory. Our bright new toy just lost a bit of its spark. We now see obstacles and setbacks. The pores in our skin have been clogged by the dirt of reality.

And now is when the phrase “not if the human race depended on it” appears in our minds. What was once true and untouchable has now become down-right absurd. Our shiny new toy has been smashed into bits and bathed in bleach. Our skin has grown dull and tough. The atmosphere under it has gathered grey clouds and a storm is about to created a mudslide and bury everything with a hint of brightness in its path. It’s in need of serious exfoliation.

With every new layer of skin comes a new person. Every layer shed takes with it the identity it once coated. Day by day we don’t notice any change, but then we look back and realize that nothing will ever be the same again.

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