Coming back to myself

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I feel the heaviness of the mask

                                                             

Shaping me

 

I breathe

             

The skin that before was soft and flexible

                                                   

Constrict my inner self

                                                 

I breathe again,

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Trying to get used to its material

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The unfamiliarity of this capsule,

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Its heaviness and restrictions

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Still bothers me

 

I carry it without knowing exactly what it is

 

Without knowing if it really belongs to me

 

Is this what I am?

 

What am I?

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Who am I?

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Concept Pipoca

Photos Ricardo Coimbra

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Espoo, Finland  2016