Pretendency strikes again.

Mascara's running.

and these water-proof eyeliners are now lanes of tears, telling where each tear has gone.

Nothing can stop these salty water of emotions from flowing.

Everything's coming in a rush.

Just pouring in like dusk.

It's like an adrenaline rush of emotions.

That girl sits in the corner.

Smothered with all that's in motion.

Slowing losing control of all.

Everything's so noes now.

Small things can be made into a big fuss.

Everything's just magnified.

All she can do is cry.

Her heart's shut,

she doesn't want to be hurt.

But those in her heart are already leaving one by one.

She thinks hard of what to say,

but all that comes out is tears.

Her heart hopes it is all a dream.

Like a doll in an awful nightmare.

And when she wakes up, everything will be okay.

She tries and tries to sleep.

Then wakes up really thinking that it's all a dream.

But that didn't seem to be the case.

Mascaras and eye liners are now all gone.

Washed away by the salty waters of emotions.

Now all that can heal that sliced up heart of hers is time.

Time to get over the fact that people will come and go in life. And that's something one has to deal with and take it as it comes.

But that doesn't mean it's the end of a friendship or a relationship.

The heart will always be there.

Pictures and memories.

She tells to herself that being sad will not help the situation.

And will not help others get through it any easier than it is.

Be happy she said.

At least you can infect them with joy and laughter,

and then get rid of the sadness and anguish.

Sometimes putting on a mask bluffs the emotions of our soul.

She picks up the mask slowly, saying to herself,

"you can't go back now. Put down the past and move on."

..and puts on the mask of pretendency.

"It's not gonna help to put on a smile when all you wanna do is cry, a mask isn't gonna compliment what you already are..." -- The photographer of the picture.