Masks

So I'm going to share the first page I have of the novel I attempted over the summer.. but would really like to finish one day. I didn't think it flowed well with the last post so I decided to make another, granted I could have waited a day, but I didn't because I'm simply in the mood to type.

Anyway, here it is:

Everything seems empty. Everything seems forced. It's a little unsettling to think about-the emptiness that is. It's interesting, though. The daily interactions between and amongst people, the "hello's" and "how are you's," the chats, the gossip, the yelling, the crying, the "i love you's" (which I've come to believe has lost all of its once sacred, special meaning because of its over use) and even the "goodbyes." Its hard to see honesty in anything anymore, even the salutations. These same things also seem forced, as though it it expected to be a certain way or do a certain thing and doing it for approval, as though we rely on everyone else to tell us who we are or what we are, for that matter. And then after that is gone, all we're left with is silence. Peaceful, serene, calming, lovely silence. That's why I read (or try to)- to get there sooner and keep the emptiness away for as long as possible. But where are my manners, I must introduce myself...shouldn't I? Or is that just another empty and forceful gesture that has lost all meaning too? I'm not sure, but I will tell you about myself, or rather who I think I am (the verdict is still out), since I already know so much about you. Or I don't. Regardless, I'm going to say i do. We all do it anyway.

So that's all I have so far.. that was what I accomplished in 3 months (though it actually only took me like 20 minutes to write). I'm hoping to extend it, add on and revise.. so that it can actually be something. Someday.

Current music mood: Poses by Rufus Wainwright :]