And you, what do you pray to?

DECEMBER 18, 2022

PREVAIL

To remain stoic before the staggering and collapse of crude existence.

To persist, standing upright on the rubble of what once made sense.

To persevere against the onslaughts of your own ghosts. Possessive demons that suffocate and smother you.

To endure, even knowing that everything is ephemeral and fleeting.

To forgive (yourself) the mistakes piled up by repeating ancestral patterns, rooted, melted and fused.

To pursue new longings, moving forward over the ruins of old hopes.

To allow yourself to feel, see, touch, smell, taste and hear again, as if for the first time, what you know so well.

To prevail over chaos, uncertainty, unease and helplessness.

PREVAIL

Nathali

IG: @pecociraptor_

One day I met a woman. She lived in her mind; she knew nothing of chaos, disasters or injustice. She inhabited her own world. From the rubble she made a castle, Queen of the ashes, owner of a paradise. She smiled while she danced among flames; she invited you to enjoy yourself with her movements. She offered you the best of fantasies until she made them real for you.

After losing everything, she gave herself over to her own power and decided to share that one remaining part with others. She dared you to live, in her world, inside, where everything was possible.

You could feel, feel everything, with an intensity you never imagined you could experience; you played with your demons and met all your ghosts.

She didn’t talk much, but I understood everything she said. Her language was different, so physical and so emotional. She didn’t stop moving even when all of us got tired. She kept going alone. Her energy intimidated me, and she knew it. She walked toward me, slowly, and with a doubtful look she lifted my chin with just one finger

- Freedom is with your demons, not without them.

She gave me a strange smile, superior, almost disgusted by my naivety. She walked away to carry on with her best day, like all her days.

And since nothing lasts forever, I returned to the real world, but ever since then I’ve wondered how to go back. I remember her look as we said goodbye, defiant and determined; I still hear her voice telling me, with a mischievous smile

- And you, what do you pray to?

EVE

IG: @eveeeeeem