Day 22 "This Masquerade"

This unseen mask that I placed upon my own face, placed in spite and in defense to the one that you placed upon your own.

Lies meeting lies is such a damning truth.

How long must anyone pretend to be content in the purgatory of their hearts? How long is anyone supposed to hide the honesty of their pain? How long are you going to hide yours? Are you even hiding like I am? Or am I truly the only one between us that is wearing a mask today?

There is a vision, an intent, and an instinct within you. Something important that your soul has demanded action for; and still even with this demand we wait in purgatory; paralyzed by the invisible, the intangible.

Before you placed the mask upon your face, and before you accepted the false identity of the fearful and spiritually divided...who did you seek to be in this life?

Did you mean to become this alien version of who you once were?

Is it never too late to find the cracks within this mask, and start picking away at it until you see your own reflection? Is there still time to start digging through to the skin we once knew?

Fear would answer yes...but that is a mask that carries no agenda worth pursuing. It is a mask with only the power and weight that you allow it to have.

Who are we truly? 

What dream once desired, still desired, keeps itself deep within us? 

What possibility keeps this undesirable mask fragmented and held upon our faces? 

What memories of more honest, more pure times, oppose the complete fusion of this dark being?

How long until we know who will win dominance over our souls?

Hold fast to your will and to your instinct; hold incredibly fast to your true self, for as long as you can.

It takes no strength at all to adhere to disloyalty, to relinquish the expectations and destiny of a human becoming. It is of no great feat to challenge the weak and serve the strong, and there is no payment worthy enough for the betrayal of ones own dreams to serve another's.

Believe not in complacency or the illusion of safety, for there is nothing in this world that cannot be challenged and defeated, and nothing that lies beyond redemption either.

There is no vision that cannot be seen, no desire that cannot be achieved, no love that cannot be rescued; and above all else, there is no mask that cannot be removed.

Perhaps it is time to start searching our faces for the cracks in these alien masks.