The Different Selves 

Who am I? And what place is this that I call the world? To love someone is to reject their identity. Unmasking all the masks is the faithful condition for the true human face to appear, in the splendor of its truth. How many masks fit on your face? Poor face... It decays in the pain of not allowing itself. When will you assume your identity? Poor being that starves for love. You fell into your own trap and now you feed on the identity of others. In the human desire, one seeks their soul. Inevitably unsatisfied, they will search for it forever.