Dear diary

by AR

My true self is hidden behind the one
whose signature lies above.

The former is ancient and fears nothing;
de facto, it enjoys life with all its pleasure and pain.

The latter, on the other hand, is a persona I play with:
mostly when it comes to the concepts of love and heartbrake –
what a wonderful way to entertain oneself!

Fiction, illusion, semblance, the mere idea of hearts
doing more than just pumping blood throughout their bodies:

pure, delightful nonsense.

Anyhow, my true self will get tired of that persona one day
and simply find another:

I'm already preparing a list from which to choose.