Lies, Facades, and Masquerades.

It's all lies, isn't it?

All of it.

Masks we put on like disguises. A different one for each occasion.

Nothing seems real anymore.

We're all running around in circles.

Going nowhere.

Back and forth within our own minds.

Trying to figure out who we are.

But we never will.

You can never just be one person.

You are people. You have a different mask for the different societies you mix with.

And it's all a lie.

None of it is real.

But in the end none of it really matters.

We'll all be ashes and dust churning in the wind someday.


- Lavinia.