We all wear masks. Guarding our real, precious self in a cocoon of tranquility within a thousand masks. Choosing them carefully, one at a time as we go about. Sometimes trying to fit in, trying to escape at other times. There is something magical about masks, they hide much more than just your face till the midnight hour comes when all the masks go off, you cannot remove them without removing some of our own skin. Masks are dangerous they make you believe, slowly turning you into what you pretend to be.