Split Between Masks

In the midst of unmasking, I find myself caught in a limbo—torn between the freedom of being unmasked and the safety of staying hidden. It feels like half of me is exposed to the world, while the other half remains tucked away, hidden under layers of damaged dreams and aspirations I haven't faced yet.

There are parts of me I may never fully unmask, and maybe that’s okay. Some pieces feel too raw, too private, to let anyone else see. Perhaps they’re meant to stay just for me, like fragile treasures I need to protect.

I pour myself into this blog, my heart, and my soul. Each post is carefully thought through, sometimes revealing more of myself than I planned on. My phone is filled with random words and scattered thoughts—ideas that might one day find their way here, becoming part of the bigger story I’m trying to tell. But for now, they’re notes from the in-between, fragments of myself I’m still piecing together.

As I navigate this journey, I wonder if it’s possible to unmask completely or if parts of me will always stay hidden, out of fear of judgment, hate, or maybe just self-preservation. Perhaps we all have these parts, these spaces within us that are too sacred to fully unmask.