Wednesday, April 15, 2009
SCRUPULOSITY 6
While concealing from others much of who we are, we more often act as if there were nothing to hide, offering only a mask designed for collective standards, yet as if there were no mask. I don't care about the mask itself nor the image in the mirror, only that this is for no other reason than that you want this. Badly.
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What if...
one knew this, that masks were both for carnival and for horror.
What if...
one could see with something other-that which couldn't be hid.
to save face, to honour the mask- a skill.
without having this skill, a masquerade of hell on earth. and at best masquerade dance, sometimes.
To be unable to hide behind a mask, is seen as another mask.
In trying to take it away by force-when you have none, one can find the ones whose mask has grown into their flesh.
So far, it has become their face.
Is it still a masquerade?Or hell?
Words being just more ways to deny, that belief is words, as well.
Here is a pale reflection-
I told V, that I understood.
Death held no fears for me now, and I knew I was truly free. By my own choice.
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