You have not known what you are.
You have slumbered upon yourself all your life.
Your eyes have been as much as closed most of the time.
What you have done is already in mockeries.

The mockeries are not you.
Underneath them
And within them,
I see you lurk...

-Walt Whitman


when the words finally fail

Words fail and the refuge they once built crumbles down into small pieces, scampering in all directions on the floor. No more masks. No more flights. And most of all, no more lies to twist the truths. So this is how it feels then? The feeling of being completely naked. No clothing but your skin and the damages that have taken hold from hiding in the dark, riding time while playing with shadows. What will happen now? Next? The thought scares the hell out of me. Because for the first time, I'll expose myself into the light and I will burn- To either shine or end up in ashes...

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