The repression of his negative first

impression.

he created an illusion of kindness and caring, when the reality

of his plight was anything but. He was cutting with his thoughts, but spoke

only soft words — perhaps to conceal his feelings, or to give off the semblance

of having any human feelings.

 

 

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illusory clarity

Your heavy heartbeat is deafening us both, yet it makes me feel safe.

This is all illusory: your heart does not sing my name.

If I were to fall, you would not be able to catch me; bones would shatter, and I would be dumber than I already am.

There are times when I simply can’t face your face.

Time again, your smile simultaneously builds and destroys.

Everything is out of focus – but you. You don’t see me, though

OPAQUE

at the core

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for as long as i can remember, i have always

identified myself based on my relationships with other

people. one day, my spirit was awakened, and i

realised that i could still be me without

someone else to affirm my worth. i began to unravel, slowly,

from the outside, in. soon the artifice ebbed away

from my little core, and my authentic being was finally

free.

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