12/22
In another world, at another time, you would probably see who I am. For who you see today is far from who I am. It is me you see, the me I show you, though I'm craving to show my true self, I show you only the me you see. The me with layers built over the light inside, filtering it to a density that doesn't burn you. Or itself. The lights beaming within each one of us, usually veiled, flicker ferociously to break through the cage of layers. They're wild, untamed and potentially destructive, but their journey from freedom to destruction is liberating. It is pretty much the crux of life. Then there are days, when the light manages to seep through the cracks of the layers, giving a glimpse of the brilliance. The rebellious brilliance, that defies without the slightest sense of remorse, that shines to its potential irrespective of whether it scalds your eyes, that pompous brilliance that knows its worth. My light is putting up a fight today, scheming to break out. Fear is a st...