Being

I don’t need a pseudonym.
My parents gave me one when I was born.
It’s my name. I am not my name.

I don’t need a mask.
I already have one nobody will ever be able to see through.
It’s my face. I am not my face.

I was never before, I will never happen again.
I am now.

Here.

Same as you.

Edinburgh, 2022

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