Sunday, May 15, 2011
A mask to the world. With light colors and happy faces painted on the outside. A sunny lie. Something different resides behind the facade. Nothing black or evil. But something different. The truth. The real face.
The face I don't like to see.
When the world looks at your face they see beauty and sunshine. Your pay isn't an actor's pay as much as it should be. Happiness that bright has to be of an actor's creation. Contentment and serenity dance a scene on your mask.
Weathered eyes see past the age old play.
What lies behind. The thing of masks is their holes. Flaws. No matter the finesse of the painter, there cannot be perfection. Sight would never be sacrificed for such.
Eyes. Windows to the soul. Souls cannot lie. Eyes. Two way streets.
No contemplating on what lies behind. Studying what is seen is a dangerous game to play. Knowing what resides there behind the pretty mask stutters the painting's beautiful image. All feel the unrest and the dissonance. To discern the origin of discord requires well-traveled eyes. A hard road traveled.
A road never traveled twice.
- I googled this and sadly the webpage that it came from was removed so I don't have a link to give credit to the respected party. So if this picture is used out of copyright please inform me! I really love it though!
- By the way I just want everyone to know I was in an interesting mood when compiling this post...a very mysterious mood...mwah ha ha ha!! ;) Hope you enjoy!