masking

Raw under the Water

It’s brutal out there–take a clue for the kooky kids, a guide for the wild life, open up a minds to a mysteries sky; do you feel the eyes of how they perceive you molding your skin to the mask of your hide,

I act every day, if the party’s too noisy I tuck my distaste away if I feel like collecting sixteen maple seeds and throwing them in the parking lot but there’s strangers around, I’ll act like I’ve got no interest but walking, not skipping, or hopping, or tiptoeing over the sidewalk cracks. I know howContinue reading “masking”