Entity, identity comes with envy and jealousy.

I wonder if those outside of our unity ever feel this empty, outnumbered by the minority and fulfilled by our normality 

My loyalty runs deeper than the caves my ancestry once formed their unity or the huts that once welcomed the pre kings and queens that formulated my  urgent energy. This creative DNA that runs through my bloodstream today and made me find the words to conjugate this visual play, isn’t coincidental

My descendants travelled through seas, died on their knees and others found themselves warriors to Sahara’s. Unknown to their journeys in this life I wonder if they are the ones who assist in the writing of my destiny ?

My footprints feel guided...my feet, grounded...ever so close but so far to a me that runs more true than the naked eye can see.

I end here, with a story barely started and destiny currently clouded, regardless, to walk on land with a pride only those that came before me can relate to is a power I long to feel and understand as I carry their legacy. Adding to this current growing tree with branches that will rebirth, renovate and recreate new reasons for more envy and jealousy. 

High-and-Mighty Weight

Image: Provided by the artist