December

Loneliness seems to be the only place to find myself. I can't blame people around who feel I'm leaving them behind. I've been through so many faces: the colorful charming bachelor, the dark politic rebel, the electro dancing funky guy.... all of those were mere masks, made just to deny myself, made to fit somewhere. Fitting is actually easier than it may sound, a matter of mastering your speech to whatever person wants to hear, just a slow teasing that helps you getting inside other's thoughts. These last months were heavy, and I chose it to be that way to be sure I could get to a closure. But the side effects weren't worth it. Resignation, alienation, blindness. I have no masks now, and the bare skin seems boring... just a misplaced loner who thinks too much and makes no much about what he thinks.