Standing in the glare of the public sphere, our every stride is scrutinized, our every move is not over looked.
We can hear whispers treading through the day and night, applause and critique in one crisp.
We feel the bare of countless stares, we start crafting the mask of happiness, or crafting the mask of bravery, and wanting to be known but not yet understood.
Eyes trace paths, judgments are swift, an the air thickens up. Leaving little room for the expectations on demand.
Spectators dissect our reality, waiting and watching for a missed step, Exposed to the world, our spirits are revealed.
The curtain falls, we endure the risk. Let us stand tall. Refuse to yield.
About the Creator
-Nate-
“Stay calm and serene regardless of what life throws at you.” -Marcus Aurelius
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Masquerade Party
At six feet seven inches tall and approximately two hundred fifty pounds, Samael presented an imposing figure when he walked into a room. His physical stature may be impressive, but his demeanor is the opposite. The shy, some might say, reclusive personality that he developed as a young boy followed him into manhood. His favorite job was crunching numbers in a quiet one man back office of a fiduciary firm. He was always polite, greeting his fellow workers with a “good morning” or “good afternoon” as he walked to the back of the office where his little hideaway was located, but never tried to engage in conversations.
By Mark Gagnon2 days ago in Horror
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Empowering!