Alive

One of those rare moments when one is reminded of how alive one is.

Brought upon by all the questions, doubts & fears, and random truly happy moments in between all of that.

I made a mask as an answer to my ethics' class project questioning identity. In which i quoted (anon) that one is most true to oneself when one is alone- hence need not wear any mask then.

But i'm beginning to think that perhaps it's time to stop being such a coward and strip. Be naked. Wear nothing regardless who you're with. Show your stripes in the face of your loved ones. Be true to yourself, and fuck other's versions of your own truth. Own your truth.

And love those who stay around despite it all.