| Pretend to be yourself for just one moment instead of being who you want so badly to be. Masks become indistinguishable when worn for so long against the skin. Your face is flaked with plaster. You paint tears on yourself because you beleive you cannot cry. You paint a smile on your face because you believe you cannot laugh. You pretend to be everything you want to be, and everything that everyone else seems to want you to become. You reach for the stars on stilts of crumbling clay, and your burry your failures in the rubble. You believe you're a failure. In your eyes, nothing will succeed, nothing will satisfy, nothing will sanctify. Dream away your days beneath masks which you covet so dearly, and waste away beneath the decaying plaster. end (Aug 16th 2001) |
| Masquerade |