Treasure Island

Noriyuki Sakurai


M A S K 2


I attach a mask.
People admire me.
Receive a mask.
I attach a mask.
People speak ill of me.
Receive a mask.
I attach a mask.
People ask me for help.
Receive a mask.
I continue attaching a mask.
Until I go into a comfortable place.
Where is a comfortable place?
Is it Heaven?
Or is it hell?
I continue attaching a mask.

Submitted: Monday, February 24, 2014
Edited: Monday, February 24, 2014

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  • Nika Mcguin (2/24/2014 12:54:00 AM)

    A compelling read. It makes one consider the idea of perceptions and their effects on us. Also, the lengths we'll go to in order to be liked; and once we are liked, are we really doing whats right.

    Welcome to PH Noriyuki-San!

    ~Nika (Report) Reply

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