6 days ago
"It's been a long day"
She whispered to herself
As she took off her mask at the front door
And entered her safe place,
Continuing to leave a trail of clothes
Up the stairs to her room,
Where she could dance
Until she fell asleep.
This poem is very random, the words came to me naturally and I scribbled them down, before I could forget. Looking back at it now, I'm not even sure if it makes much sense, but somehow I can relate. I guess that's the beauty of art, it finds a way to connect to us.
Lately I feel like I'm playing a character in a movie, called my life. Putting on a disguise or faking a smile so that I dont come off as rude or not engaged. I'm normally a pretty quite person, reserved and shy, until I feel very comfortable around the people I'm with. I guess I dont trust easily. Its easier to keep my guard up, than to get hurt.
But once I feel safe, I'm ready to be myself and take off the stifling disguise. That's when you can see the carefree, wanderlusting, dancing girl inside me, who is trying to break free. Maybe I should let her?
Until next time
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