Strip the paint from the canvas; even Mona Lisa lies. Your Reflection Seems Disgusted.

There is often much talk of deconstructing the masks we bestow upon ourselves. That we should shed the illusion and hold true to the person beneath the Papier-mâché faces. However, it seems abundantly clear to me that many of these masks a bred into us by raw genetics and the coincidence of our species. Consider this; we all naturally hide our most personal vulnerablities from all but our closest friends, and even then we cannot beat the inclination to lash out violently, emotionally, to an intrusion. When we are angered, we spit fire and rant fury at those who we decalre the center of our focus. But aren’t we just so wounded inside, so hurt, upset, distraught - sad? Anger is simply a diversion to distract people from our sadness, something we consider a vulnerablity, somehow forgetting that we are all at some point sad. And yet think further - we are sad for what reason? Why can people get into position to make us hurt? Love is at the core of that. You are most hurt and upset because whatever the assailant is, they bear some of your love, and so any small sadness they cause is a betrayal to your love. Even people you do not explicitly “love” can hurt you…. just because you put yourself out there to love and be loved. And yet even more lies beneath love, but that,i’ll save for a later date. Atreides.

Your Reflection Seems Disgusted

Look deep into yourself.

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Rip out your heart and throw it on the ground you step on. I promise you’ll feel better without this. It feeds you the wrong information and you interpret it the right way. The love you felt wasn’t false, fake, or full of shit. Rather pre-determined. Let it swim inside you. Let it. That is until you find out Love is a horrible swimmer and runs around your body; dishing lies and causing chaos. Splashing blood that falls out your chest; the space where you ripped out your heart, in fact. You scream and scream but agony has never been so silent. Never so quiet. So you try and try to grab onto a friend that is lending a helping hand and you spit on it. You swallow their flesh and consider yourself dealt with.

“Please feel sorry. For I am no longer within myself.”

Your heart caused the agony, pain, anger, and rage and now you’re in a labyrinth of emotions. Finding your way out might take a lifetime but happiness lies within the center. Answer yourself: is all of this worth it?