I want to write how I feel right now, but the deeper I delve into myself I find that there are no words.
Every word I think of using has already been used to described emotions that just can't compare to this masquerade of my past.
I dance inside of my soul in hopes of seeing past these deceptions, but every time I think I have found the answer, it only proves to be another mask leading me further from closure.
Maybe I want to believe that these colors of hope are the true face of tomorrow... but it's hard for me to tell when they have no names.
There are no words by which I can truly call these feelings.. but even if I could, they still are what they are.
They are inseparably mine as they grow or die inside of me, whether I can refer to them with a word or not.
No one can truly step into my eyes when they are made of bullet proof glass as they neither can reach the inner source of these words... my mouth only serves as an escape window and is a one way path for only myself.
I can only hope to release these masked monsters soon, for if they grow - they will consume me. If they die - they may take me with them... and if they die and spare me, then they will leave me with an empty soul that will have no other choice than to eventually consume itself.
So.. I search for words... but not matter how much I'd like to believe they exist, there are no words.

Currently Listening
Dilate
"Untouchable Face"
By Ani Difranco