By: Sloane Angelou
imagine trying to deal with a dead person inside you clamouring for rememberance each time you try to shed a new skin.
whoever told you death is final lied to you the day I found from much resistance – a constant burying is required to keep your lungs open and your eyes closed.
to continue to survive you must embrace the suffering that comes with rejection – the idea of who you were over and over and over again must perish with the idea of a conscience – your feelings mean nothing to karma.
Sloane Angelou is a storyteller & writer of West African origin; passionate about learning of human existence by interrogating human experiences. They exist in liminal spaces.