Interior walls of plaster

(A brief story about how your identity is always masked like a wall covered in layers of plaster or paint)

                                             Interior walls of plaster:

Who am I? These silicone plaster wrapped around my flesh. Squeezing blood. Showing the pinky red vibrant dye. It can’t be peeled. I looked at the mirror and I found myself in a traditional looking ancient rural place. With thin black hair and very delicate skin. A boy need for shelter. My face turned and saw nearby,  ghost looking figures with extra layers of white paint in their face. Most notably related to some sacred tradition. Next thing I encountered tall men like a size of titans wearing a white robe with red marks and funny hats. All of a sudden I woke up! My identity is mysterious? Everytime I am seeing all these mysterious things which appears in my head. I sense all the pain. It’s hard for me to express all this. This is like a documentary studying psychology. One thing for sure I saw an oil painting of me and three other people. Somehow it felt like I knew them. However, I don’t know who I am? My name: No.   

Oh, but there is one thing I know. I believe in justice. Also, that I love writing which is a coincidence cause I do. Despite in that time there was no technology. I saw myself sitting in a wooden chair. With a quil in my hand and a small jar of ink on the table right beside my book! The wall are made of chalk. Unfortunately, they are easy to break. I had a team who went to war. The rest is death and misfortune. This would be a good use of history expect is is a story! :(

Author's Note

Should I keep this? Well, I usually write through my conscious. So, I like to share about it. Something supernatural. It’s funny but there is gender reversal here and well the use of "my" makes it funnier. (tried to touch this up a bit)

Reviews

[LasagnaCat]

I can really feel you digging through your thought process with this. The ghost looking figures and men the size of titans adds a good level of mystery to this. I'd say this feels like being insecure about one's identity, but these are your personal thoughts and I don't want to enforce a meaning that I could be misinterpreting. Overall, great work.

[LCat80star]

Well, insecurities about one's identity is certainly here. Don't worry you are not misinterpreting my work. Thank you for your feedback and yes I was using my thought process to aid me with my writing.