read
write
members
about
account

 

datedatememberrandomsearch

June 25, 2007
Twenty-some masks for us all, and counting. All layered, one over the other over the other. Our true faces are, hidden, fading. We think, they're hideous. We say, "this is my true face" about every layer and later, when surrounded by different people with different layers, we say it again.

So often, in fact, that we believe it. Some of us. And those of us who don’t, we tire and break a little more with each mask, until one day we decide we’ve had enough.

We’ll tear off layer by layer, and will be left with nothing but raw beauty.