Faceless - #PlanetOrPlastic

Faceless.

No, if existed he did not know of its existence. His condition was singular, and even he did not know it, no one would have lost a miserable second to tell him about himself, about what he was and he had no knowledge of, had no compassion for someone who did not know himself, someone who did not knew what a compliment was, from someone who knew the features of others but did not know his, how selfish all others could be.

He walked then by the edges of his window, he looked at all those who played together underneath, he wondered more than once a day what his singularity could be, he seemed to have a hole in his face and nothing more, as if after his face there was a vastness of secrets, nor did he know how he saw, since apparently his eyes did not exist, no one looked at them. In his kingdom no mirror was seen, and it was graciously curious to him know of its existence, it had never been presented to him, had been kept to the time without knowing his identity; he saw his clothes and other parts of his body, but he did not know his face. He liked to call himself the "faceless" because he believed he had not, nobody had never praised his ugliness or beauty, never commented on the color of his eyes, so he simply believed he did not.

He came down from the edge of his window, which was near his bed, and decided to go down the stairs, he was going to leave the castle. He was destined to live today, and so he tried to do it. He walked up close to a group and said a simple "hello" that was not well received. People once again looked at his face as if there was something beyond him and there was a silence as if he were not there, he soon felt depressed again, there was no reciprocal empathy, and he left. His way in turn took him to the beach, he did not know how he had arrived but he had. He approached the water and noticed that it reflected the sky, the birds and the clouds, felt blessed and scared. If this reflected everything, it would certainly reflect his face if he had it, and he was not prepared. He walked with one foot in front of the other, very slowly, and sat down in front of her, and with a sigh, he closed his eyes and brought his face close to it, when he opened his eyes, he did not see his face. He saw papers, saw boxes and wires, saw everything except his face, the water that reflected everything now reflected nothing, and instead of his face there, it was a black paper. He closed his eyes once more and let the tears fall on the sea, in hope that it became clearer, but nothing happened. Accepting defeat, that he would never know his face, he let himself into the sea in the middle of the garbage, let himself float to sink, let the garbage transform the rest of his body in nothing, as was his face, the face that he thought he knew.