Blank Canvas

How does one find themselves when they are bits and pieces, molded and interlocking, of experiences and influences that have been forced, shoved, bombarded and woven into their identity from the beginning of time.

How does one unstitch the paths and decompose the chapters of their life that was pushed upon them?

To strip away the pieces and erase the itinerary that was chosen for us.

To become a blank canvas again. To become yourself. Raw, unfiltered, undefined.

That's where I want to explore.

~Natausha Furlong