they called. she sms. both sounding or maybe trying to sound happy. it's all an act, isn't it. or perhaps a way telling me not to worry.

and so i play along as i always do. wanting to see where this all ends to.
as it always does, it just proves that the world is a performing stage. we all wear masks and play our role while changing our masks to suit varying situations. and we are acting in our role with our mask to an audience that would approve and follows our norm.

because the truth hurts, eh?
and we are all actors. some better than others. consciously or unconsciously.

it does not heal inside. certainly, not.
let's seek what does. let's run away again.