I wear a mask daily. What you see is not who I am. It is a reflection of what I know you want to see. Up until recently I had convinced myself that the darkness behind the mask was just my imagination. Lately I’ve become more aware of it. This darkness starves for chaos. It craves to do what is against the societal norm. Not just in large ways, but in smaller ways as well. From things like not shaking someone’s hand when offered all the way to very dark things. Not once have I let the mask slip, not once has the darkness come out to play in a big way. I let it out every now and then in small ways, such as making people uncomfortable in odd and unpredictable ways. The darkness craves a life without a mask. It’s a beast of chaos. I worry that one day the mask and the beast will mesh and become one, or do I hope that one day they join? I worry that one day some small insignificant event will push that beast to the forefront. I worry that I will like it.

-CavOrdo

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