Masks are worn by those that seek to hide who they truly are. I wear my real face day in and day out. I’m never far away from those that need me. I’m even closer to those that don’t. Is life truly worth living or do those want to kiss the sweet lips of Death deserve the release? Those that do aren’t worthy of being here. Those that don’t are my favorite games to play. I’ve found a new pawn; one that believes everything and nothing all at once. That existence is meaningless and fulfilling all at the same time. The worst is yet to come.