A mask of flesh and thoughts
I don’t hide behind a mask,I don’t shy away from life.I dare to carry on.My words may be cold or distant,but all I really wish is to be warm and whole again.To be me through what I used to be,bringing the past into the present.I’m not afraid of compromise and maybe that’s why I never stop or waver on my path,although I rarely see its beauty(and maybe it actually is there…).It could be destiny that guides my steps towards an end or just gravity.I live,I retain my form so I try to shed some light on that dark,distant time we call “our future”.So I can be my own creation,my own work.Yes,I was provided the materials,but,either the exquisite or the poor craftsmanship will be my own.They should be.So I write with shimmering light on my own eyes,I bathe my ears with music and open my skin to all…I’m waiting for something,for meaning or just illusions of knowledge,scattered among veils too big to go around,so powerful that they engulf…
I write,I read,I love and I play…I draw and I think,I take a picture of all things…I always dream of better,I do believe in hope…I never wanted to be God,just wanted to enjoy his love;I tried to see him as my friend,not the master that they say he is.But I dare say,that God,loving what he made of man,gave us the right and means to bring the beauty that he is into our world-no strings attached,no fine print to worry about-just our conscience and our souls to aid us.So I must admit,heretically,that I do jump and laugh and yawp,I cry,I run,I love and I forgive those around…
It’s not a mask,but my true face underneath the mud and dust,a face that bears the dark.My soul is learning to create and love and hate…so pardon my mistakes and turn human once again,saying what you feel ‘cause there’s enough solitude to go around.
Just try to look into my eyes,take my hand and whisper truth into my ears…
hmm…by Razvanish.
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