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The another skin

Coming back to myself

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,

Trying to get used to its material

The unfamiliarity of this capsule,

Its heaviness and restrictions

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?

Who am I?

Concept Pipoca

Photos Ricardo Coimbra

Espoo, Finland  2016