Dimensions, state of mind, masks of responsibility and burden. I lay my head down to sleep and in my dreams is where it all begins. The window to the world, a state of voyeurism and newfound experiences. My mask is ever changing, one that grows as a new pedal of a flower in the spring, sometimes not so pretty. The change is as instantaneous as the wind. Like a costume shop the day before Halloween filled with charm, fear, and harbored heroism. You can't tell which one I'm wearing now, not until you speak. You control my mask. Some may see it as a sign of weakness, but there only looking at the surface,
why don't I just be myself. I myself am not limited; I harbor faces of many and in the end I control the outcome of my conversation. My circular creation, a force of nature pulling a continuous stream of boredom; traveling in unison with forces not of its own. My mind is like a planet, but out of orbit, spinning painlessly in travel not mapped by forces of gravity and system. Why is there so much pressure to be one person, and nights without daytime experiences. I am in control of my mask as ever changing as it is, it continues to grow. I know exactly what you're thinking; your eyes tell me everything I need to know, like fragments of glass reflecting whom I might be next, instantaneously....Dominic K.Myspace Graphics
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