Today, I am no one. I am not an artist. I am not a designer. I am not a child of nature. I am not your friend. I am nothing I was or thought I was 2 days ago.
Today, the mask is gone. Veils have become prayer flags fluttering in the breeze. Doors are hanging on hinges. Teapots are teetering off shelves.
Today, the light is blinding. The comforting shadows are gone. The tarot deck reveals The Fool.
I don't know who this person is, this person looking out through silver glass. This person who now dreams of Arabian horses and sheds hot tears while peeling onions to their core.
Today, I am no one. No one I recognize. No one I know. I have no map. I have no voice. Thoughts are swallowed by silence.
Today, in this blinding void of the present, I have no past. Faith is my only companion. Love is my only guide. I am no one. I am everyone. I am.