Three Faces


The Three faces are the only ones left, the others were taken away and sold. No longer will the impression of others affect me, no longer will they oppress me. I am free from their mockery, their judgment, and their silent presence. I can look around myself and find only the space of where they used to be. Blissful silence and peace.


I await my next move but suddenly I am not sure, uncertainty creeps up at me. I call out for them, I even scream but no answer since no one is there. I am alone in my empty void, so I turn to my workspace once more, I sit, and I get to work.


I no longer want to be alone