I feel everyone is wearing a mask these days. No one really knows anyone and they never will. It's like we all think these masks will change us eventually become us but they won't. They hide us and always will, we will never become like the mask. No, as hard as we try this mask will always be here and there's nothing we can do about it no matter how hard we try. We will always be broken and hiding. It is part of human life, you can try to take it off and "find yourself" and who knows you might be able to, but most of us grow weak and scared.

We live for our mask without it we are vulnerable. Vulnerable and we realize that we are alone. We feel it with this mask but it SHOWS without it and we have to admit to ourselves and look in our own eyes and know we are alone.

But is being alone really so bad? To be different, is this a sin? A problem? A transgression? When we see we are alone, will it make us happier or emptier? Scared or brave? How will we ever know?

People are believed to have removed their mask but have we ever opened our minds and truly listened? With our real ears not the mask's? Have we really seen them? Are they real, should they be trusted in the first place? How can we tell if they have removed their mask? We can't, we can only trust them. How is that possible when we've built these barriers around us? Shielding our minds so that we never experience real emotion.

What has the human race made of it's self over the last 3 centuries? We've become better at hiding, escaping and ultimately lying our entire life away. But is there a way to reverse it? Turn back time and become once more the word we look for, we thrive for. The word that was lost along with it's meaning, along with its feeling. The word that our masks have so cleverly made disappear from our thoughts, the word I now know I need to feel, need to experience. The word I've been missing for ages:

LIFE