At first when we met, it was behind this mask
Protected from foreign energies
Safe from even you, or me.
But that was before.
Somehow it all started to suffocate me
Confined spaces in identity
The fear they would all see me
Would I still draw breath?
The world is for those who are willing to try
To remove their masks and contribute
Step out from the secrecy
That shadows us all.
But faith is a currency we cannot mint
Because it would still be counterfeit
Even now I hesitate
Content with plastic.
Our understanding does not come from comfort
Or safe spaces we can hide ourselves.
But from the adversity
Of being alive.
When you are ready to see the other side
Please remember to give back your mask
It's been a rite of passage
For generations.
These images are all original and were produced in collaboration between @prufarchy and @kbedosky, edited for use here.
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Short Stories -
The Cete Series:
Of Gods and Ends 1
Of Gods and Ends 2
Of Gods and Ends 3
Of Gods and Empire I
in Collaboration:
Psychogen Ep 1
Psychogen Ep 2
Psychogen Ep 3 (Forthcoming)
Steem Survivors Ep. 2
Steem Survivors Ep. 3
Steem Survivors Ep. 4
Poetry:
Entangled As We Are
Weigh the World
Puerto Rico & Gunhill Rd.
The Native, the Slave and the Conqueror
Artificial Vibe
In Dreams
Three Nights in Charlotte
Starchild
