Smile..
We sit together in silence, no words need to be spoken aloud, both wearing expressionless masks as if soulless as all we can do is smile, smile, smile as the sun slowly disappears, we smile.. ;but even I cannot keep up this façade, my mask is slowly falling, slipping further and further away from my grasp until it shatters and breaks like glass.. I try to pick up the pieces but it has become increasingly difficult to wear, we smile, smile, smile still, my mask is torn in two becoming frighteningly easy to see through. . . I fear now that even my smile painted upon my face like a clowns is beginning to face and eventually even wash away as I stand in the storm of my deepest thoughts that I am afraid of most. I can feel it, the paint softly running down my face. . . Still I smile, smile, smile, until the slow and steady decent of my lips fall into a nostalgic frown, my mask has been broken, the games are now over..
