the ugly writers

Masquerade

We create so many masks  so many masks to hide behind, to hide our faces to hide ourselves.
the ugly writers

Puppets

They were always made to become shadows to be discarded by the string pullers
the ugly writers

Look This Way

Look this way. Turn away from the salt wind. There’s nothing to fear. Let me see your face. I know mine looks a little strange, but there’s nothing to fear, nothing.