Writing, as much as I love it, I find it easier to talk as talking doesn't require structure. You can start at random and rewind what you just said. Recently I find myself unable to express my feelings. I am afraid. Afraid that someone will talk about what I have just said. Afraid that it will be taken out of context, that I'll be misunderstood, like always. I am kinda tired to live like this, always on my toes. I am no ballerina. Why should I torture myself? But then, plans have been made. I am to stick to it in a few more months. So to be anonymous yet completely honest, I'll jot my spoken words to strings of stories so I'll be of ease. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Masks The alarm goes off; softly. Just the way she liked it. She snooze it, like always. Darkness still blankets outside as the sound of adzan begins to call its devoted people of faith. Rubbing her ti...