Here, I am the man; I am the woman; I am the boy; I am the girl; I am everyone and no one; I am just a wandering soul shedding my disguise according to my whim.
I wear that mask as well as any but it is not the only one I own.
If being disillusioned means being one step closer to the truth; I would gladly be disillusioned for I would know then that this whole journey has not been in vain and I will not come out of it as blind as I was before it started.
The beast was here all along…