She was sure this was the day. Nobody could blame her.. she had tried this time really tried .. hard. It was inevitable. That's what it was.
The eyes! They went first. The others..they could see her eyes. Soon they would smell the mask falling away. She had to escape. She had to get away from prying eyes, from the dripping pity. People everywhere. No place to hide.. to change.. to let the mask slip away and to let all the falsity out. She felt like screaming.. .she could feel the scream building.. no.. she couldn't let it all go like this.
One last place to run .. one last place .. she could only hope. People blocking her path, intensifying the hate, ripping the mask away faster. No! She had to get there in time. A few more stairs.. willing her legs to go faster.. almost there.. out the door.
Sunshine!
She sunk to her knees. In gratitude. She ripped the mask away and set herself free.
The eyes! They went first. The others..they could see her eyes. Soon they would smell the mask falling away. She had to escape. She had to get away from prying eyes, from the dripping pity. People everywhere. No place to hide.. to change.. to let the mask slip away and to let all the falsity out. She felt like screaming.. .she could feel the scream building.. no.. she couldn't let it all go like this.
One last place to run .. one last place .. she could only hope. People blocking her path, intensifying the hate, ripping the mask away faster. No! She had to get there in time. A few more stairs.. willing her legs to go faster.. almost there.. out the door.
Sunshine!
She sunk to her knees. In gratitude. She ripped the mask away and set herself free.
Finally allowing yourself to be yourself can be so freeing. Being anything else can suck up so much precious energy - away from things that are more important. It is a large, scary step to rip off one's mask, but in the end, so much worth it.
nice post!
but after reading am left with an impression that one has to run away from 'people' to rip off the mask, implying to be with a mask when one is with these 'people'
:?
@ phreak - hmm.. there were no demons in her head.. but the sunshine sure did bring a smile on her face!
@ s.b. - yeah.. every once in a while even the thinest veneer you wear when with your closest friends might still induce claustrophobia..
@ gullu - we all wear some mask or the other (no matter how transparent) even when we are with the people we trust the most. Heck.. I think we even wear it when we face ourself.. so I guess the point is... solitude... and letting go of judgements ..especially your own!
I enjoyed your goat commentary immensely. You are correct - had the (undboutedly female) goat nursed the man back to health, he likely would not have been forced to marry her. Which is sad. It makes it sound as though all wives are good for is sex - that women (or female goats, for that matter) don't have anything more worthwhile to offer than our bodies.
The story of a Sudanese mad forced to marry a goat after he was caught having sex with it is a funny one. However, it's also depressing because, as you pointed out, sex was what defined the relationship!
I hadn't thought about it that way. I'm glad you pointed that out. It's serious food for thought.
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Okay. This is corny, I know. It's silly to solicit traffic. But when you've got a bet at stake....
and the next day, the mask came back on?
Interesting piece. Quite liked it.
Keep it up :)
@ s.b. :)
@ jedi - hoo.. u bet! the mask came back on just as soon as the mask was cleaned, cobwebs and goo were removed!
sad..
@ pepper - thank u thank u..