Dear Mask,
Here I sit again, in masked contemplations of my internal surroundings. The noises of the moment swarm my ears as I try to catch every note that beats through these walls. The world seems quiet except for the sound of cheap coffee trickling through the filters, and the rain from the streets that roll through the tires of vehicles down State. I take in every melody and let my body embrace the current sounds that worship the now. My leg brushes up against the window wall, it’s coolness sending chills through my veins. My arms grow tingly and my eyes grow wide; don’t let this hidden meditation break. The light from my computer beams over my head like a spotlight, just waiting for me to perform. “But I am so absorbed in this moment,” I say, as I scan the low contrasted crowd. I stand and I wait- waiting patiently center stage. I can feel the audiences eyes creep under my skin, but maybe that’s just the window chill again. I stand there patiently- chills through my veins, spotlight seeping through my flesh. “Not yet,” I say, “please hold your applause, the show will begin when I wish.”
