Post 23

To not break tradition, I'll have the real title here: MINDFUCK IN PIKA.

I try to pretend to be a Pikachu.But I am not.
I pretend to be confident. But I am not.
I disguise myself as one who knows no shame, but I always feel shame.
I have no peer, but I cannot escape my own shadow.
I try to be someone I am not, all the time.
They are not real, they are masks, but they have sunk in, penetrated deep into myself, and now they stick on like parasites. I cannot remove them. I cannot remember who I am because they are there to make me remember what I am not.
What can I say? It feels good. I am protected. It is like a challenge, to find a person who will release me. Just like a person trapped in a tower. A damsel-in-distress like Rapunzel.
I search outside to find something that is inside.

All that I know is that I am human in the end. Imperfect in every way. Humans live and humans die. Life and death are intertwined. Humans strive for perfection in light of their imperfection. it is an ideal. It does not come true, but we becom better. Maybe one day I can shed my masks too. But it feels too comfortable living with them. I am afraid of what lies at the end of the journey. What will I discover? What slumbers beneath the lies? A god or a devil?

YES! YES! I'M WRECKING YOUR BRAIN FIRMWARE! HAHAHAHA