I am in a constant masquerade and in my poor judgement up until this point I think I have thought it was fun. It seems each day is just a new one for me and I choose my mask carefully which one will be most socially acceptable what will make me more loveable and appealing. I always seem to show up though and don't have the right theme or I am one step behind the fashion trend, figuritively thinking. I don't know why I choose to confess this where anyone can read this but nobody probably will. Partially cause the internet is where I spend most of my time these days mostly by default rather then choice. The internet is also the place where I also live; a world that I create from textiles of fantasy rather then reality. I can play the game here and nobody would know the difference. I long to be known for who I am but I am too chicken because I am afraid nobody would love the naked me. But there is LOVE not the thing the person who I am counting on showing up to save me.
"Love takes off masks that we fear we cannot live without and know we cannot live within." James Arthur Baldwin.
Please save me from myself.
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