Day 103 of 365: are we all lost? – a poem

Are we all lost?

Are we all living under a clever ruse-

A mask we’ve adopted as our own-

To protect us from the truth?

The truth is pain

For every single one of us;

Pain that manifests in different ways:

Illness, aches, emotions, mental issues.

The truth is bliss

For every single one of us;

Bliss that manifests in different ways:

Laughter, love, victories, belly laughs.

One seems to lead to the other…

Intricately connected

And intertwined;

A lovers’ embrace

In the middle of a storm.

Chaos in beauty.

Beauty in chaos.

None of which we can






Until we realize

We are not lost.

We are simply blind,

Clinging to the mask

Which blinds us

Thinking it keeps us safe.


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Some days, I paint. Other days, I write. And rap. And tell stories. And do comedy. And doodle. And [attempt to] bake. And, one week out of every month, I merge with my sofa and sob about mortality and things like the existence of air and how we can't live without it and how utterly claustrophobic that is to consider. I'm relatively particular. And this is a place for me to share ALL the quirks.

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