stardustcboy's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- the people behind the masks i've realized that what people see, everyday, is merely a fraction of what i really am. it's as though i project a sort of "watered-down" image of myself...an image that is more palatable to those around me...an image that is non-threatening and easily defined by the observer. in actuality i am much more than just that. those who read here are probably the only ones who see the entirety of my being. the substance behind the image. the brushstrokes beneath the painting on the canvas...down to the very fiber of the canvas itself... sometimes i want to just live out loud completely...and sometimes it sneaks out here and there...in something i might say...an off-handed comment... but those who only see the image see it as a form of confidence and security; and those who know the being can laugh inside with me. we share a wink and a nod and it's our own personal lil inside joke that only we know. anyway, if i could i would love to meet all those who read me regularly...to make them real...to see the image they project to the world, and to know the being behind it. to share the inside jokes and be our own sort of secret club. what would be even better is if we all could just be who were are without reprimand...to be and exist naturally without having to create a facade behind which we hide our real selves. alas, pie in the sky my loves...but we can try can't we? who knows. but i am who i am and i'm cool with that and i'm cool with all that you are too! ;-) i'll be back on later! licksucklicksuckfuck 4:09 p.m. - 2005-02-15 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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