“Don’t shoot what it looks like, shoot what it feels like.” (David Alan Harvey)

I’ve been wanting to write this for a few days now but somehow, even though I had the words in my mind, they seemed to escape every time I started writing them down. I’m still not sure I will get this out right, but here it goes.

There is always something hidden everywhere we look. Whether it’s a building, the eyes of a friend, music or sunsets, there are secrets and messages in every corner that surrounds us. There are gestures that give away what we feel, what we think, even in those moments in which we are sure the other one doesn’t seem to notice any of them… and there are times in which we don’t notice them either!

Our Unconscious still controls most of our gestures and interactions. We find people attractive or we can’t even hear their name, we feel at home in places far from where we live because deep down there is a connexion that has been created between us. We are linked in different ways, at different times, with things, places, and humans… All of them just as diverse and unique, but somehow designed for us!

And just like old buildings hide stories, people do the same…

We wear masks and fake smiles while yelling within. We have wounds but show only our strengths because we are afraid of revealing our vulnerabilities. Either we got hurt in the process or our pain was ignored in the past, we taught ourselves to hide our emotions, to control and to never express them in a way that they could be used to harm ourselves again. But do we really wear masks or we reveal only half of our truths? Is it wrong that we change our faces, keeping in mind the person that stays in front of us? Can we act the same with someone who has chosen to ignore what we once showed them? I believe it is important to know when to take off the masks you wear and to be conscious about why you choose each of them when it comes to facing the world.

“..we wear the mask that grins and lies, it hides our cheeks and shades our eyes- this debt we pay to human guile;
with torn and bleeding hearts we smile.” (Paul Laurence Dunbar)

“When my eyes meet his gaze as we’re sitting here staring at each other, time stops. Those eyes are piercing mine, and I can swear at this moment he senses the real me. The one without the attitude, without the facade[…]” (Simone Elkeles)

The air seemed so thin. It was like she could barely breathe underneath the heaviness of her thoughts. Her mind was flooded with memories and stories she wished they had happened in the past. Or the ones she still dreamt of happening in the future… In her head, there were so many questions wondering around, just as she had done earlier that night on the city’s streets:

Who decides what’s right or wrong? Who decides if the time, the person, the place is the “right” one?  Aren’t those special people timeless and right by default? What happens if your “right” is wrong for the person you have feelings for… or if the right moment turns out to be wrong after years pass by…

Her hands were shaking as she was pouring her soul out from her body. She felt empty within while wishing for someone special to fill in her emptiness just as she was doing with the blank pages of her journal. Once more, she was alone tonight…


After Midnight Mask
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