When it crawls up on you

The fear for silence has never been greater before. When it crawls up on you, it suffocates you with its delicate and caressing touch. Entering slowly, just like the smoke onto the performing stage, it eats you up without you noticing, without you realizing. And the next thing you know, you cant breathe, your heart hurts. You're fighting against the pain, fighting so hard against it but to no avail. You know you'll lose no matter how hard you try. Why try anyway? Perhaps it'll get weaker and weaker by each day, and finally you'll be able to win the battle?

Don't kid yourself, child.

They say, time will heal all wounds, no matter how deep and long they are.
If i'm an inventor, i'd invent a kind of pill to stop the pain, for i, know how devastating it can be, how it can kill one, from the inside, out.

Mask, pretty masks.
We need them, we wear them. To hide, to perform, to show the world, what we want to hide from others.
She may seem alright from the outside, but no one would knows how much she's hurting behind those smiles, behind the masks she puts up every single day.

The fear for silence, the fear of time.
The use of mask, and to hide the pain with a smile on the face.


Let the dust settle...
but i wonder, how long will it take...
what will we see after the dust has finally settled?



Save me...


please...