Born In A Frozen State: Steal It, Escape It & Face It

Born In A Frozen State: Steal It, Escape It & Face It

As I begin to leave the glorious, white starlit, multi-neon colored city, I secretly steal one of its many precious masks. I quickly place the mask safely within the large pocket of my hooded sweatshirt and immediately leave the city. As its mask safely rests within my possession, I gently place my heart within an hourglass, for extra protection, as I quickly attempt to relocate and prepare to begin anew.

The year suddenly changes before my eyes as I suddenly find myself completely lost within a frozen state...Not of mind, but of this world. The very soft snow gently blankets upon me as the violent, freezing wind wraps its arms tightly around me. I grip the mask within my large pocket, so as not to lose it within the deep snow. I pull the very front of my hood forward, over my head. Throughout the frozen state, I walk on as carefully and as fast as I can.

In the far distance, through the violently blowing snow, I faintly begin to see what appears to be an enormous, dark blue, snow-covered hut. In front of the hut, is a tall flagpole, which beholds a large, rectangle, dark blue flag upon the top. The rectangle flag flaps violently in the freezing wind, as the metal flagpole bends slightly in the direction of the wind.

I quickly enter the enormous, extremely warm hut. Safely, I hide for many months, attempting to make piece with it, within my own mind. After spending much time staring into the cold, dark eyes of the mask, I take it upon myself to face it.

Therefore, I hold the stolen mask before my face, staring deeply into its forever cold, dark eyes. Gazing upon the mask, I dwell upon my belief, which is, if it truly wanted to hurt me, it would have done it long ago. I begin to wonder whose face this truly is, as I wonder how many other faces of the innocent it has deceitfully collected and stolen over time.

I wonder, what this life would be like if the many people whom it had stolen the many faces of, were themselves. I wonder where within this world I would be. I know I would not have spent these many years running from it, nor would it be hunting me throughout this world, constantly terrorizing me as it proudly threatens my life day after day.

Out of intimidation and thoughts of turning the tables upon it, I decide to take care of this mask. I securely hold the mask within my now warm hands. Beginning at the very top, center of the mask, I slowly and carefully split the mask perfectly in half. The entire left half of the mask falls clean off and completely disappears.

Carefully, I slowly place the remaining half of the mask upon my face. It fits my face absolutely perfect. Since it has haunted me, as well as threatened my life for so very long with this face, I can now strike back and prove I am no longer afraid. Thus, revealing half of my face, to show myself, while showing I am not afraid to turn the tables and hopefully beat it at its own game.

The half-mask remains comfortably upon my face for many, many months. Over time, I suddenly come to the decision that I will not remove the half-mask from my face until it finally reveals its true, God given face. Or, until someone, somewhere within this world recognizes this half of the mask and questions me, leading me to the one whom is the rightful owner of the mask and as much of victim as I.