There are these pieces of ourselves that we keep inside, concealed from the outside world. I have such pieces.
I’m certain you have them too.
My thoughts often drift to these mysterious places – memories I can’t quite recall when I’m fully awake and aware. These places, along with the memories, form the concealed fragments residing somewhere within me.
What is the significance of these hidden recesses? Do I long for them? Or do they haunt me? I think it’s a mixture of both, a combination of a safe haven and brokenness.
For a long time, one recurring nightmare haunted me: a sudden fall from great heights. The floor would vanish without warning, and I would plummet. In these nightmares, my gaze was constantly fixed on the sky, never on the ground, not even searching for the ground to break the fall. Fortunately or unfortunately, I would only see myself falling endlessly, never reaching the ground, never hitting the ground.
I no longer have that dream, but the memory persists, but not in a haunting manner. This dream reminds me of survival, that I will survive despite the odds. This dream also forms a piece that lingers within me, kept away from the outside world.
Another recurring nightmare was where we were hiding in our house while people tried to attack us. In those dreams, I would fear if the windows and doors were strong enough to keep us safe. Perhaps that’s why I’ve always made checking the security of a building a priority wherever I stayed. Survival, although unclear how, was somehow achieved, much like surviving in real life.
Somehow.
The house where my grandparents lived for a very long time keeps reappearing in my dreams, even now. Unconsciously, my mind returns to that house, battling the need to forget and the desire to remember. The struggles of my mind are puzzling.
That is what happens when a place becomes both a sanctuary and a source of brokenness.
I’m sure there are more concealed pieces within me, ones I’m unaware of or can’t recall right now. They will make their appearance in due course.
Do you recognize the pieces that have made a home within you?
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Void Thoughts 
Oh yes. There are a hundred pieces within me that often show up and surprise me, shock me. Pieces of me right from my childhood that, I think, have made me what I am, thanks to the experiences that have made up those pieces.
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These pieces take a forever place within us. This realization took me by surprise that how unknowingly we let these pieces be a part of us and never be aware of it.
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