In The Mask Diaries, I am the Mask and I am the Face as well. Somewhere along the years, the Mask became a part of me, it kept changing colours and yet remained with me; eventually becoming a natural extension of my face. The self conversations are my attempt to separate the Mask from the Face; to see them both as separate beings.
I am enamoured, I am enticed by the beautiful face.
The face is all I keep seeing, in my vivid dreams and imaginations and even as you warn me against the vicious addiction; I keep conjuring lustful reveries with the face.
Oh, such a beautiful, innocent face!
Tell me, pray, tell me now:
Why can’t a Mask fall in love?
posted by Unspoken at
9:29 AM
I am the Man and I am the Mask as well, I am no different from my alter ego. You may find that a lot of what I say or believe in is also the unspoken truth of your own life. I am writing for its so hard being honest in life..most of the times.
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