Anonymous. say it. does it have a sinister ring to it?
You are Anonymous, because you feel that is how the world looks at you. They look at you, they see a face. Like the many other faces amongst you. As good as someone without a name, as good as someone who doesn't know the meaning of love. You feel alone, like nobody knows what you are thinking, or maybe even care. You cry out, but it doesn't work. Everyone only hears one voice- their own. So you become him, sink back into the background. Blend into the surroundings, accept the life that the world has condemned you to lead. As the unknown.
"no one will know my name until it's on a stone", sang Anonymous.
You are Anonymous. Because you love the thrill of it. When you are Anonymous, you speak your mind. You speak it using his mouth. All burdens and responsibilities are stripped off your identity when you are him. The natural laws of life are lifted, and you cannot be touched behind the powerful non-identity "Anonymous". Rejection, hurt, crime, all brushes past you in a gust. Omnipotent.
"I hate the prime minister", said Anonymous.
"You smell", said Anonymous.
"I love you", said Anonymous.
I am anonymous, because I want the real me to be loved. I don't want to be seen. I don't want to be known. Let people love my feelings, my words, my creations. I am Anonymous because it frees me from impressions, assumptions, and conclusions. No one should ever be concluded, because the only thing constant in life is change. You cannot judge me now, because there is nothing to judge. Appreciate the lithe of things that cannot be touched or seen.
"I am not pretty to look at, not graceful when I try to dance, not fast when I try to run", said Anonymous.
"But I love the taste of cold rain on my lips. The soft kisses of the man I love feels like nirvana. I remember people by the way they laugh", said Anonymous.......
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You are Anonymous, because you feel that is how the world looks at you. They look at you, they see a face. Like the many other faces amongst you. As good as someone without a name, as good as someone who doesn't know the meaning of love. You feel alone, like nobody knows what you are thinking, or maybe even care. You cry out, but it doesn't work. Everyone only hears one voice- their own. So you become him, sink back into the background. Blend into the surroundings, accept the life that the world has condemned you to lead. As the unknown.
"no one will know my name until it's on a stone", sang Anonymous.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
You are Anonymous. Because you love the thrill of it. When you are Anonymous, you speak your mind. You speak it using his mouth. All burdens and responsibilities are stripped off your identity when you are him. The natural laws of life are lifted, and you cannot be touched behind the powerful non-identity "Anonymous". Rejection, hurt, crime, all brushes past you in a gust. Omnipotent.
"I hate the prime minister", said Anonymous.
"You smell", said Anonymous.
"I love you", said Anonymous.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
I am anonymous, because I want the real me to be loved. I don't want to be seen. I don't want to be known. Let people love my feelings, my words, my creations. I am Anonymous because it frees me from impressions, assumptions, and conclusions. No one should ever be concluded, because the only thing constant in life is change. You cannot judge me now, because there is nothing to judge. Appreciate the lithe of things that cannot be touched or seen.
"I am not pretty to look at, not graceful when I try to dance, not fast when I try to run", said Anonymous.
"But I love the taste of cold rain on my lips. The soft kisses of the man I love feels like nirvana. I remember people by the way they laugh", said Anonymous.......
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