Maybe
Just maybe
I do not yearn
For
The limelight
I yearn
Instead
For Oblivion
A
Faceless existence
To disappear
Amongst
The masses
Into
The crowd
The crowd of faces
For I am afraid
Of
Who I am
And I wish not
To be
What I have become
As I glide
Aimlessly
Into the
Wandering crowd
I am deaf
Immune
To the voices around me
For
None resonate
With mine
I am blind
Ignorant
Of the sights around me
Mute
Afraid
To speak
I wish to see
Another faceless soul
And merge
With it
I find it
The other
Faceless soul
And we merge
It feels
Beautiful
Yet
I cannot hear
A
Voice
Inside my head
Or
Outside of it
The sole intention
Of
The merger
Remains unfulfilled
Bitterness seeps in
Wantonly
The union is broken
And
Many other things
With it
I am alone
Again
Shattered
Only
Now
I hear a voice
I hear sounds
Those
That I have always wanted to hear
I reassemble
The
Shattered pieces
Of my
Hitherto faceless existence
But
To my
Utter dismay
I find
That now
I have a face
An exquisite one
No less
The voice is mine
As is the face
Again
I surge into
The crowd
But this time
Without
Intent
I hear
I see
I speak
My yearnment
For
Oblivion
Has ceased to be
What’s this?
Another prospect
Presents itself
On my platter
And
I am tempted
But this time
Not an offer
For
A merger
But instead
One
Of freedom
I accept the offer
I ask myself
What’s the worst
That can happen?
I may be
Shattered again
But then, like before
I shall sculpt myself
A
Prettier face
From the rubble
(This piece was inspired by an immense heartbreak. But I’m glad it happened. For it gave rise to such a beautiful volley of emotions in me. Truly, there is beauty in pain!)
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