the nights came swiftly and quietly just as it always has been
the cold water of my shower washes away my mask;
for that few hours away from the world now till dusk,
i will just be myself, without my stage persona,
without judgment, without prejudice, without assumptions.
only in the night when we are alone can our souls roam free,
in the shelter of our homes is when we are who we really are.
no others to judge you, a quiet moment with just yourself,
without judgment, without prejudice, without assumptions.
i wonder when i put on my mask again tomorrow,
how many actually know who i really am, what i really am.
is our identity decided by others in they way they chose to see us?
does anybody actually know the real you and do you want them to?
Culian Le Ferach
1791 – 1854
