One, two then three.
I take seamless breaths.
Lunacy is hunting my thinking.
I should fight it out
but being sane is nothing I’ve ever grasped.
Isn’t the commonality we seek a facade for the abnormality we hide?
Isn’t the hypocrisy we recall nothing but a close call?
Two faces we accuse,
but it’s ten faces we keep.
Ashamed of them,
then on our own, they become our home.
When will we assume ourselves ?
We’ve been hiding, scared and broken for so long.
Hear me you all,
I’m yours to judge.
I’ve never thought of myself as my own,
but nine faces, I assure you, are a part of my whole.
Written by : ZuuZZa Photographer : Tim Marshall
ZuuZZa 
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