Treasure Island

Anthony Cavuoti


fossilized part of them is still alive


Sometimes part of us is berried alive, deep in the foundation of the structure of our personality. People come to therapy at times for renovations on the surface structure at times only to by accident discover the fossil of their past, of the child that they were, of the young teenager that they were, this fossilized part of them is not dead, this vital self is still alive, wanting to speak. Everyone still ignores the child coming back to life, trying to speak, to say the words they where never allowed to say, as they work on the surface structure not appreciating the pricelessness of what they discovered, rediscovered.

Submitted: Tuesday, December 11, 2012
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