Looking Good

Looking good was good enough for so long. I think about it now. Walking around a broken hearted 20-something with the best kabuki ever, and how painful it was. Listen, don't get me wrong, I have got nothing against looking good. I would go as far as to say I am a huge fan of this art, but nothing and I mean nothing feels as good as healing the cracks in the middle. A molten cake I am today with my melted side on the outside. Today I try and keep my masks around for fun more than protection; for joy more than for artifice. There is nothing wrong with masks so long as the human wearing them knows there is a mask on.