A Hollow Illusion

I've lived my life through a hollow illusion.

I've drifted through many aspects of light, watching and listening to the changes around me. Each new mask I wear is different from the face I had three days ago. Even now I am unrecognisable from my original form, having altered and changed my countenance on numerous occasions. Each change brings about a new scar, and each alteration brings a new illusion to light.

And yet as I sit here, staring into the darkness that defines where I have come from, I wonder exactly where I am heading. I cannot truely see what is ahead of me, just as I cannot see what is behind me. It is with some small dread that I awake each morning and wonder exactly what mask I will wear on that day. I know that each mask is different, almost as familiar as the clothes that I slip on before heading off for work.

One day I will awaken and the masks will not longer be there for me and on that day will my true from be shown to any or all that chooses to look at me, and this is a day I dread. For years I have built masks and glamours to hide behind in the percieved safety that they offer me. One day those masks I have carefully cultivated over the years will become fragmented and then finally destroyed and all becasue of love.

Love will always destroy the hollow illusion.