Words from the closet

Zwolle – Leiden

With tears in his eyes he reads back his own words. Did he write this? Had it been this dark in his head? The text calls upon images that haven’t surfaced for years, but ones that are part of the foundation he’s built on. He feels that old pain again. Not in the same intensity, now like a shadow in which he recognizes his own form. He feels compassion for the writer of this text, and a gushing pain, but also gratitude for his current life. He has been out of the closet for years, comfortable with himself. One by one all negative figurants left the picture that is his life. With mixed feelings he pulls himself out of his own words, back to the reality of the day. Leiden. Almost home.