Thoughts

Masks.

Behind every one of their fatal smiles is a tricking mind full of dark and twisted trauma. The ones who aren't this way are few and far between, scattered remnants of an age long since passed. An age of general obligation to one's neighbors and friends. An age like our own, but flipped upon its top and covered with the secrets lost to time. These secrets are something to awe upon. Something that very few even know, and even fewer show. Most are like animals. However, some have the shattered corpse of what's left of their humanity. Its almost as if there's a plague afflicting almost everyone. And not everything. We're living in a strange time I could only encapsulate the body of in the color gray.