About Z

We all wear different faces — masks that the world sees— to help us fit the image we want to portray.  Raw nights at 3 in the morning and I am up, pacing and bellowing at the city because I want to pull that mask off and stand naked in the open window.  This blog is that window, only it is my mind and my heart and whatever that thing is that we call a soul, that will stand naked before whoever has eyes to see.