Facts and Fictions

Allow no one to see, the toxins bubble within, find a dark corner, crouch with a bent back, knees tucked into the stomach, chin jutting into the chest, hair covering any visible part of the face ... break into sobs which rack the body, cry like there is no tomorrow, hope that the broken shards of heart can be wiped away by one good bout of tears. Spend the night cramped and in tears, in the dark corner where the crouching figure is well hidden by the darkness of the night. Eyes will hurt with all the tears, the nose will empty the stock of mucus held within, stomach will hurt with the pain of grief, the heart will still remain broken. The Shards sticking into them will not have dissappeared, they will need more water to be flushed out.

Its day now. The daylight will peer in, the world shall seek out the nocturnal adventurers and slay them, stand up, the body is sore with sitting in a single position, stretch a little and then, stretch somemore. Blink the swollen eyes, wipe off the tear stains from them, snort into the tissue and remove any residual mucus in the nose. Look down at the dress and see it stained with salt deposits of all those tears shed, take a quick bath and change your clothes, as you do, borrow some sunshine and some hypocrisy from the world, paste a smile on the face – albeit false, toss the hair airly and walk out into the world.

“How did you sleep? Looking very cheerful!”

“It was a very good night thank you. Raring to take on the world today.”