You are a performer. You perform.
I am a writer. I write.
I’d like to think we are suffering the same longing.
A longing for a grip of reality for we have been losing ourselves in our dreams.
A longing to be deciphered for we have been losing ourselves beneath our masks.
A longing to be purified for we have been corrupting ourselves with depravity.
These sufferings are the risks we gladly took the first time we picked up our instruments.
10/16/23 © anastasiasyah
Repressed Feelings 