Eccedentesiast

My life is a lie

I am a façade

Peel back the layers and you will find hollow emptiness

No core, no seed, no evidence of any being

Without the masks I’ve carefully crafted for myself, I am . . . not

A Writer’s Life

In my mind, on my page, I can create a world where pain does not exist. Fairy tale endings do occur, Cinderella meets her Prince, the shoe fits, the fates align to create destiny. After all, everyone deserves a happy ever after.