Soulstruck

To have somebody take away your facade. A comforting facade upon which you could trust. It is gone now. You feel bare, exposed, vulnerable. As if something was ripped out of your heart. Liberating hurt, for which you weren't yet ready. Forced dissasembly of the soul. You want to hide, to dodge away, but you cannot. About the dissappearance of our shields. About the lies we tell and the masks we put on. About the experience of raw contact with the external Perhaps this is what it means to grow up... To strip away the lies even if doing so hurts