2014, Passages

façade

‘I was worried for you.’

“You needn’t be. I am okay by myself.”

“I know you are not. Nobody with red, swollen eyes is.”

“Oh, stop. That’s called sleep deprivation.”

“It’s called a hopeless-struggle-to-put-on-a-mask, silly!”

“Not even a term”, I replied.

 

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8 thoughts on “façade

  1. beckarooney says:

    Very relatable post. Almost like the same conversation I have with myself when looking in the mirror sometimes. Poignant writing, as ever 🙂 x

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