Words. The one way someone can be described, either one's deepest downfall, or someone's biggest upbringing. Words are the one thing I thought would be my mystical power, the thing people see as being the mesage that can somehow help a world come together at the sight of a specfic passage or the script of a song so beautiful, it could unite an entire nation. But as it has been shown to me in the mist of time, and the showing of a world so desolate, I'm nothing more than a mirage. Apparently. This illusion if you will. Only a trick of the eye, until you look away, I make my move. But in the end, is that how it really is? I'm not an illusionist. I'm nothing of the sort. Perhaps if I was, I would do more disappearing and less reappearing. Though, I'm understanding that perhaps, my words and who I am are not good enough for the people in my life.

Even though hidden beneath the mask I've chosen to wear, people really mistake that as having this doubt unbelieved to be real or serious. I've cast aside all of my vices and my stand points for the sake of letting people in. I've managed to close my eyes, and I've managed to open them again. People told me today there is always light. Somewhere. My lights, right now, are going to be shut off. People always say I take so long to open up, so long to open up my heart to the people who really want it, that it sends them away, which is alright. No complaining.

But to open up, means I need to come down. I need to show people I'm real. I exist, even if my skin is flawed and my personality is tainted, along with all the relationships in my life. But when the walls come down, I'm quick to close back up.

Today's lesson: Always hide who you are. It doesn't pay AT ALL to disclose all information about yourself.