Watching. Waiting.

"Masquerade paper faces on parade, masquerade, hide your face so the world will never find you"* except I suspect the world has found me, and it's staring hard, judging all the movements, all the steps, all the words, everything. Watching. Waiting. Waiting for me to slip and fall so they can laugh at me. Waiting... Continue Reading →

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A Fragment

I'm a fragment of my former self, where once I did so much alone, now I'm afraid to leave the apartment. It takes so much to just get on the train to go into Liverpool for my acting classes, it terrifies me. I never used to be like that. I was planning on visiting my... Continue Reading →

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