How is it
that no matter how many curtains I draw
over every window I pass,
the dark can always find me?
How is it
that no matter how many masks I raise
between myself and the world,
some parts of me refuse to be hidden?
How is it
that no matter how I try to turn away,
the shadows still see me everywhere
and call me by my name?
December 5 – 7, 2025
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