As you sat there alone on the four corner of the Temfacil here in Anibong Depot at exactly 4:00 'o clock in the afternoon with your PPE, laptop, camera, phone, logbook and a pen on top of your table, blankly stared the rough finish controversial firewall, came from nowhere, those words from the very first poem you wrote way back in year 2000 flashed before me. When I look up the firewall that you've been staring at for a while, different figures formed out of the rough plastered cement was shown.
Mask...mask...mask...a deep breath that you have just released out of different stories played in your head. Mask...mask...mask. I can't believe it, you've grown just like the way you behave in the dark and now shieldless exposing ones own uniqueness. Those different forms remind me of all the stories behind those hidden smiles and joyfullness of your heart everytime you passed them by and smell their perfume. The private conversation between your heart and mind, those laughter, anger, insecurities and jealousy you've spent to yourself while groping in the dark. So, where are those masks now that you've been wearing for years?
" I left them miles away from here two (2) years ago. I went away to find the real true one to get answers to your queries and somehow live the world you want me to be. But I'm sorry, it never happens. What I did, I tore all my shields, told people who were with me and accepted the reality and the truth about myself. So, I gained confidence, don't care of the people who'll try to step and bring me down. Again, apologies for all disappointments, I can't help it, really. Because this is me and this is what i want."
If that would be the case, then I'll pray for your happiness. Be yourself is the best thing you can do and then be good.
