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Hiding behind a wall, yet needing to see the light... |
| Behind the curtain lies a man without conviction, larger than life (or so he likes to act). But within him, his heart is cold and empty; his memory filled with chances missed. Regret, to him, is a constant companion; a reminder of all he threw away. Pulling strings, an attempt to shield himself; to feel important is all that he desires. Smoke and mirrors keep his weakness hidden, out of sight of the of the world around him. A facade of importance and disinterest, but all he wants could be within his grasp. Pull back the curtain and make him face the daylight. Flood him with the warmth of the sun. Reveal to him all that’s worth embracing. Set him free from his own mistakes. |