As I shook my hand with masked acquaintances one after the other, a plastic smile prominent as ever greeted my emotions with sarcasm of friendship. My weak personality bore no faces and shook the hands firm. Yearning for a true comrade all these years, I have always been one love seeking soul. Solace is my objective, friendship my path but often being heavily crowded by masked acquaintances. I stopped along my path and fell for the smile eating on my emotional balance soon to realize friendship has another meaning and all I was surrounded by was nothing but only a masked acquaintance. I survived to live another day but the bullets kept on coming and never missed their two targets, my “mind” and my “heart” and made me fall each time. I stood and walked again waiting for the mask to fall but its existence became firmer. I am much stronger today or at least the thought prevails but why the world’s production of the masks is becoming too efficient and far too frequent. I am starving for unmasked benevolence but all I am getting is nothing but a masked acquaintance. © copyright Akrox!! 2011.All Rights Reserved
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