18 Feb

Days In The Blackberries Field

We all wear masks, as if we were at some carnival.
We try so hard to fit in these roles that we even begin to believe in them by ourselves.
But what happens behind the locked door?
When we stand in front of the mirror and see our own faces…
What do we see?

Who is the one who looks? 
And whom does he see?

Do his eyes search for the beauty? 
Is that beauty visible?

Is he an adult man, smiling at the boy in the mirror?

Or, maybe he is a young guy staring in a wrinkled face of the old man?

Does his mind longingly look at the chained spirit which is screaming for a liberation?

Or maybe he is just a free soul, which is flying like a leaf on the wind?

What does he fear of? 
Are those fears worthy?

Who are you?

to the clouds and back
trying to strike a balance
~ the seesaw of life


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3 responses to “Pretense


    18/02/2014 at 7:48 pm

    Powerful – psychologically, philosophically, a spinning trip down memory lane and back, into a reflection and back…a reader can spend an hour on this….finding questions. The haiku aloe..mmm..


    • Sky Vani

      18/02/2014 at 9:55 pm

      good point… finding questions… with no answers… thank you


  2. whocouldknowthen

    19/02/2014 at 12:03 pm

    ‘Who is the one who looks? ‘
    wow, this line stopped me in my tracks Skye,
    like trying to absorb the vastness of the Universe…



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