I find myself fighting tears when replying Vin when he asked me about my parents. A part of me wants to share, to have someone to listen to but yet another remains cynical about my friends.
But when mum called in the evening, I felt more comfortable as I detected that she was feeling better, or at least that is how she wants me to see. But yet on the bus I found myself crying, for reasons that escaped me. I could be strong at times, but somehow this just weakens my core.

When I kissed my mother's hand when going to work, I detect fear.
When I kissed my father's hand when I came back, I felt fear.
When I kissed my grandmother's hand, I felt being pitied.

Today I took other people's happiness to drown myself in sorrow.
Today I took all that's beautiful and made them ugly.
Today I took off my mask.

Yes, everyone wants to be strong. To admit that nothing can bring them down. To take charge of the situation. But at times, you realise just how wrong you are.

This is just my time.