‘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.
Randomly Abstract 
True
Sad, yet true.
Also, I like the new look of your blog. 🙂
Thank you!! ❤
Very relatable post. Almost like the same conversation I have with myself when looking in the mirror sometimes. Poignant writing, as ever 🙂 x
Wondering what made you write this…
‘Sleep deprivation!’ 😉
Beautiful ♥
I mean WOW! the way words explain everything!