It is the period where you are sinking way too deep into your own emotional misery, your own insecurities, your own negativity, and your own comfort. For most people, living inside the cocoon is a mind (& body) numbing experience. I am without a doubt a regular in that place. Sometimes I take a peak, smile, and leave swiftly without any concerns because I know that this isn't a place for me, and sometimes I just walk in, observe the surroundings, feel the atmosphere, and lay on that cocoonish couch for the longest time.
The cocoon is my sanctuary of thoughts. Negative thoughts. Thoughts that will constantly take me into a different dimension. A dimension in the past, or in the future. Either way both extremes of that dimension... Do NOT exist. As much as the fabric and complexion of the cocoon seems like a mesmerizing, yet beautiful exterior, what lies beneath these coutures, is an aura that is so infectious that it will consume you for as long as you stay in that cocoon.
Sometimes I just walk into the cocoon and lay on the bed of emotional comfort and begin to roll from side to side, sinking deeper... And deeper... And deeper... And deeper... Into an emotional journey fueled by thought. The kind of thought that wanders around my brain's frontal lobe. The kind of thought that questions reality. The kind of thought that twists my imagination.
With the aura lying around the inner lining of the cocoon acting as a catalyst to such a soothing, yet unreal environment, I am consumed by my imagination that is being lead by unauthentic thought. Seeing that I have given myself the correct amount of suffering on the bed, I shift my location inside my cocoon to the dining room as I walk in hunger for more unhealthy emotions. The starvation for these emotions is one of hate, the inability to forgive, the lack of acceptance, and the sadness. And as I sit on that dinner table waiting for my meal to cook, I smell the scent of indecision, low self esteem, deprived health, and insanity.
There is absolutely no doubt, that I am going to enjoy my dinner served warm as it is my fave dish for the evening: Tears.
Though SOMETIMES, the cocoon becomes a painful numbing experience to the point that you will start to awaken. You will start to look around and see through every single wall, every single shape, every single object in that place... And when you do so, you will realize that the cocoon is your own perception and illusion. It is simply a story your own mind makes up to soothe you so that you can avoid pain when in reality you are BECOMING part of the pain.
It's time to wake up, and I choose to live with passion. I choose to make this cocoon perish into nonexistance as nonexistant it already is.
I choose reality.
I choose life... With a smile :)
