ghosts

Disguised behind poised appearances and comfy smiles are the corpses that we struggle to conceal. But our dreadful memories are like the undead, some ghastly spirit will somehow exhume those graves and bring them to be the restless dead. NO matter how candy-coated and chrome plated we create our world, saltwater and sunlight will melt everything away.

The world that I live in finds shame in revealing our inner core because it signifies a fundamental weakness. We are not allowed to strip down our armor for beneath it we are mere mortals with soft flesh. There is always something on the prowl ready to render us shattered and fallen.

But then, it is only in mortality that we will discover our humanity. We can only vividly feel our existence in the experience of bleeding and hurting. We can only discover our courage in experiencing fear.

I have shunned my humanity to seek a false pretense of strength, joyful in the deception of myself. Drowning myself in this sick illusion of seemingly profound but fleeting wisdom. I have indulged in a wasteful self-glorification that bred fiendish imps that took control of my spirit.

NOw I am picking up where my shreds of humanity have fallen, shoving buzzards feasting on my decaying carcass. I am naked once again. I will not deny myself any longer.

And yet, I will be forever cursed to conceal, I know no other way of survival.