I project a self so pure in its toxicity, so bold in the way it moves, and so courageous with every powerful and rebellious motion.
I project a persona of strength. One able to battle continuously against those who invade a cave so sacred. A cave home to the gem of purity.
The brightly lit stone it tries so hard to shield, in the lonesome darkness, wherein which the birth of the human evolves.
I project a self so sensitive and whole. Existing in a plane so distanced from that which must ground it. A place aimed at perpetuating a false ideology of home.
I project a self so hidden and true. Harbouring a child-like innocence.
Should these selves exit the frame, humanity would find them too hard to tame.