Rosy cheeks, check. Neatly lined eyes, check. Curled lashes, check. Hair in place, check. Alright, I'm good to go. Walk about the door, slip on the appropriate footwear and I'm off. As I wait for the lift, I stare intently at my reflection on the lift doors. I look good and I smile. But in that smile, I see sadness. In that smile, I see the person I try to hide when I'm out. It really is quite difficult handling two different personas.
Public vs. Private.
I actually have so much to say but blogging about it simply trivialises the issue. I would hate for that to happen. Silence, I delude myself into thinking, can be therapeutic.
