persona

.quest

you contain multitudes

which face do you wear today?

dissects wonder into data points, then wonders at the data

fluent in the language of clouds, translates rain into poetry

breaks the frame to prove the picture extends beyond it

builds walls with doors, then hands you every key

rearranges the furniture of reality while you sleep

knows that knowing nothing is the beginning of everything

What do you see in the symmetry? The inkblot holds no answer -- only your reflection wearing a different mask.

the blot shows what you carry

fragments of selves, pinned like butterflies

Before you knew you were performing, you performed flawlessly. The first persona is the one you never chose.

-- worn before mirrors learned your name

Calibrated for context: louder in crowds, quieter in confessions. This mask reads the room before entering it.

-- fluent in the grammar of belonging

The version of you that exists only in journal entries and 3AM thoughts. Unperformed, unpolished, unbearably honest.

-- speaks only in the dark

A phantom limb of identity -- the person you rehearse becoming. Not false, but not yet true. A promise written in future tense.

-- always arriving, never quite here

Beyond all the masks, there is something that watches. It has no name, no costume, no script. It simply is.

-- the one who remains when all faces sleep

all masks removed, all masks retained