Devices of Laughter

Today, I lost my mask in a crowd of judging faces. The air was colder and my resolve has weakened. Solitude has embraced me more than ever.

Today, I walked alone like many other nights. But today, it was more obvious. I saw myself, the one without a mask, ugly and isolated, floating in a sea of forgotten thoughts and unspoken words. Heartburn. A moment of cruel melancholy. Empty words.

Today, I lost my mask for the same reason that I needed one. Today, my reason is nowhere. I shouldn't have expected. Things change. My fault.

Today, I tried to wear my mask again. It was a mask with shades of delight and a smile that never frowns. It was harder than before.