Paper Faces on Parade...

seething shadows...

breathing lies....

Masquerade! - Phantom of the Opera

Everyday is a parade of paper faces... everyone pretending to be someone they are not. We were born alone and must die alone and yet we chose to let what others think determine how we live our lives... Why can't a sane adult want to dance in the rain without inhibitions? Why can't we wear what we are comfortable in even if it's a little torn and makes us look shabby? Why can't we just let go and feel free? Claustrophobia restricts our breathing as the high walls of societal decorum push inward towards us, giving us no way out... nowhere to run to...

How can we ask for help when every person around is encased and trapped in the very dungeon we are... gasping for breath... hoping for relief... we have nowhere to go but down.... down into the insanity of it... untill we break...

That's what out fate is... we are all made to be broken... emotionally, physically, spiritually....

No, nobody really knows what's going on inside that clockwork mind that humans claim to possess... and no, nobody has ever not been hit... and no, there is no GOD that's going to come down to earth and ease our suffering.... all we have is elusive... all we want is elusive... WE are elusive...

What is the bane of our existence?

If Adam and Eve had three sons... why is incest looked down upon? what about Noah? the only people he took on the ark were his wife and children... how did life go on? Perverse as it is... it is food for thought... why is there fault in what we hear and see and percieve...

If evolution is the key, what caused the first living cell to exist?

We are taught not to question faith... and yet faith eludes us... it isn't perfect just as we aren't and yet it is blindly followed...

This world is a Masquerade

We pretend and that's all we'll ever be... Paper faces on parade...