Created
2025-02-23 00:55:13.433 -0600
Observation
I wore this mask for so long, believing I’d never turn into them.
When I was young I scoffed at their rules and the fragile heart they shielded.
I ran, sure I was different, destined for more.
But now, tracing lines on my face I see their reflection stare back.
Their love clings to me, even when I resist.
As their time slips away, I realize they were never something to outrun.
They were home.
If only I could set aside this mask and slip back into those years - to say thank you, and I’m sorry, all at once
Response 1
Loop or lull, it signals change is needed. As Mask 542 said, contentment starts within, but it also thrives when we act. Without change, the cycle stays unbroken. Pick one small thing, like rediscovering an old passion, to spark hope that things change