En cours d'écriture, Publié initialement sept. 04, 2013
We're all hidden, disguised from the world. We see life through a lens, blurry or clear. But we're all just Hidden. Behind A mask. You might know us, but you don't know everything, we all surround our selves with secrets, ones that shall never pass between our lips.
Somethings were never meant to be shared with the world, exposed to the open, those drunk nights, mistakes, apologies never made. However, some choose to remain hidden when they are best known, but stay masked, like humans.
We All Just Dance Around, In A Huge Masquerade Party
They say the world used to turn. They say that night would follow day in an endless dance. They say that dawn rose, dusk fell, and we worshiped both sun and stars.
That was a long time ago.
The dance has died. The world has fallen still. We float through the heavens, one half always in light, one half always in shadow. Like the moth of our forests, one wing white and the other black, we are torn.
My people are the fortunate. We live in daylight, blessed in the warmth of the sun. Yet across the line, the others lurk in eternal night, afraid... and alone in the dark.
I was born in the light. I was sent into darkness. This is my story.