Masks

This is such a beautiful mask
with smiles and laughter trimming the edges
Such a delicate creation, all wrapped in
words covering things unsaid.
Wanting something to hold on to,
but masks take me back.
I’m the last to admit
even to you…
and I’ll never say
all the things I wanted to.
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Such a strange universe I find myself in, at the moment. The first hints of panic-inducing tests and learning about detachment in a very real way. Feeling as though the other things were just quizzes. Fascinating.

1:00 am is a lonely time in the world.

Maybe I need to curl up with a good book. hmm…