My Mask

It is a while now since i last posted here. Probably a little more than a year. Longer than i thought i would stay away from here. I am a lingerer, ghost of the past. My present haunts by my own past to it's pitiful end. Often found myself so lost in this city. As if the boy in me took over and leading its own carefree life unwilling to realise the responsibilities a person must do to contribute what he have taken and will be taking from mother Earth. Instead i hang around at this pathetic work, this la
nd of sorrow place and many many people who i wished they can just disappear over night, out of my sight, out of my world.

I am naturally a sad person deep down and if layers of layers of mask will hide that sorrow face away, I will be your joker, your fool, your moron or your listener. Over the years i developed this character in me. I am an actor of actual life, a performer to please people as much as possible. I know i have yet to perfect that skill but i am trying my very best. Every attempts are experience in every way. Every try will bring me closer to people in order for me to survive. It is not enough. I need to communicate myself to many many people as such to improve humanity in me.

After writing i feel much better. Yes, J. You continue to lie to yourself ya.

The best mask is no mask at all.- Bayushi's Lies