As the layers of an onion make me cry, the layers of life are making me die.

Peeling back the layers one by one, my skin becomes sensitive but that is not me.

I believe I see what others can’t see, through layers of sensitivity the light creeps in.

I feel the light become heat as it brushes my skin.

Light like heat, effortlessly expanding wherever it can go, both have powers that can destroy my soul.

Disintegrating the image I believe I see, the image that others believe they see but it is not the same.

It is not me. Even I don’t believe the image I see.

The image that floats, making goats appear in cloaks in the middle of nowhere, I’m left alone only with the hope I can find my own goat?

But It is hot outside. And I don’t have a boat.

Does anyone have a boat so I can save that goat? No one sees me, hears or understands that what I see in the sand is not reality.

A coward convincing me I should not fear what he believes, all these things they shame me for, throwing tantrums when I disagree.

We are not the same, but we are playing the same game.

As the light becomes stronger, burning through the layers of cold and hot, the image changes in ways I thought it could not.

I now know that what I saw once, can never be the same.

How do I really know what I see? Can it truly be? How can you believe what you see if what you see is not what you believe?

There’s a mirage happening. It is a layer of life. Compacted with infinite wiggles, wiggling with no end in sight.

Amongst the absurdity, to distract you from no nudity, praying for immunity from communities with no duties because gratitude is rare.

With nothing to spare you…

…you believe what is not truly there.

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I’m human just like you. With emotions, traumas, happy and sad experiences we all have a story to tell. We all are existentialists at some point in our lives, questioning the meaning to it and why we must go on. There is no real reason why, yet we all create our own meaning to life the more we live; the more we experience. The reason I created this website for myself was to give my life meaning, we’ve all done it. For more info on my art you can visit my Instagram page @kemriyus @allthelgbt and a custom clothing line created by my partner and I @lsddesignr. Your existence is important, don’t forget that. Stay Rad, Emriyus The Existentialist

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