“What would it be like if I shed all those masks?
Would you still want to be here?”
My thoughts float around me like moons in orbit. Like a seemingly endless stream popping up and fading away at a moment’s notice. And like the rings surrounding Saturn, I’ve hidden myself beneath layers of masks and façades, hoping no one will see the real me beneath. But then sometimes I wonder, what would it be like if I shed those layers? Would you still want to be here?
© Sarah Doughty
Maybe, I don’t want
to know the answer.