My face is nothing more than a mask made out of each half of the masks of comedy and tragedy. A smile on the right but an overturned smile on the other with a red tears streaking down its cheek. This is my face, the face I show others. This is the face that everyone sees. They’ll always see me as either half as I don’t show anyone my inner emotions. What’s there to show anyway? 1 has tried to show love to another but maybe that too has lost its meaning. Not one person has been able to pierce through the layers of masks that 1 wears, so thick that they have practically become part of my face. 1 can try to share the love one feels for another, transference of emotions to another but is there a guarantee that the emotion will be reciprocated? There will come a day when he will be ready to break the bonds of his mask and be free of his cape of shadows that envelopes him. He’s falling ever deeper into the dark abyss with his body growing ever weaker, his mind becoming limp. What will be his salvation? What ray of hope will pierce through and save him? We can only pray that he’ll be saved… And may it be soon…
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My face is nothing more than a mask made out of each half of the masks of comedy and tragedy. A smile on the right but an overturned smile on the other with a red tears streaking down its cheek. This is my face, the face I show others. This is the face that everyone sees. They’ll always see me as either half as I don’t show anyone my inner emotions. What’s there to show anyway? 1 has tried to show love to another but maybe that too has lost its meaning. Not one person has been able to pierce through the layers of masks that 1 wears, so thick that they have practically become part of my face. 1 can try to share the love one feels for another, transference of emotions to another but is there a guarantee that the emotion will be reciprocated? There will come a day when he will be ready to break the bonds of his mask and be free of his cape of shadows that envelopes him. He’s falling ever deeper into the dark abyss with his body growing ever weaker, his mind becoming limp. What will be his salvation? What ray of hope will pierce through and save him? We can only pray that he’ll be saved… And may it be soon…
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19. Going 20
Temasek Poly
In the middle of the journey of our life,
I found myself again in [or through] a dark wood,
[so dark] that the straight way was utterly lost.
Alas how hard it is to say what it was like,
this savage and sharp and strong forest,
which even in thought renews my fear!
So bitter was it that death is little moreso;
but in order to speak of the good that I found there,
I'll tell of the other things I saw there. - The Inferno, Canto 1
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