I am a nurse, crypto hunter and a deep thinker
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Mask Is it a mask? A front or illusion? Is it fake? Maybe a little? Was I wrong? A trick all along? Im not sure. Because i was blind. But its not there now. And i can see again. So even though it lingers still. Goodbye maske. Soo long and fairwell
My mask my mask is pretty. Its got happienes all over it. Gleaming smiles, and a convincing laugh. My mask has no fear. It shines when nothing else will. It's a great actor, successful poet, talented singer, amateur artist, great thing little mask. My mask shows people hope. Serenity, insanity. my mask remembers the person behind it, too. The countless tears that strolled down my face. It remembers the fears I have of going home, returning to emptiness My mask reminds me that I'm alone, while taking me to others that could not even care. My mask has a plastered smile when I just want to scream. It strangles me, "reputations reputations" it wants me to be someone that I want to forget! This mask may make me look good on the outside, but honestly I'm dead on the inside, like a tree still standing, but not functioning Like, I can't be who I want to be, because that person is far stranger than anyone you've ever seen.
Behind the masks of total choice, different forms of the same alienation confront each other.
There are constant cycles in history. There is loss, but it is always followed by regeneration. The tales of our elders who remember such cycles are very important to us now.