my mask

 the best hiding place I ever found during hide and seek was when I was 10yrs old and hid by sitting at the kitchen table in broad view, no one found me

i spill out from behind every mask i try to wear
it’s pointless …

i always see me

so

i hide inside my nudity

i hide behind my noise

exposed and vulnerable

because i am alive

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photography by Justin Ealand

To see more art and stuff go to my website, currently a work in progress itself!

www.arnabaartz.com.au

 

 

Published by The Silver Poet

I AM a little spark in the sea of conscious awareness. I am passionate about bringing the concept of freedom of expression into the forefront of our one mind and a keen awareness of personal power to the hearts of little children everywhere. I exist to express!

11 thoughts on “my mask

      1. you’re right
        i am love

        love …i love love
        love is so raw and round and straight and dark and light
        i feel frustrated when my words aren’t touching on this love in some way
        thank you for feeling it
        i love that

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