‘Shade which container has the salt in it?’ t I was recently gisting with my friend and we were talking about our everything, from our dry days, our recent vex moment to our love lives or the downside to not having one. Something she talked about caught my attention. “Toke so I have this guy, we have been hanging out together, we talk a lot too. I like him and he says he likes me too. But the thing is that I don’t know what we are. I have asked him so many times to put a label on it and he says we are whatever I want us to be. I should be cool with this ? According to my famous phone’s dictionary, label is to mark with a name. a label allows you to know what is in it a container, it allows you to know what to do with the content and what ...

I found this write up and it was warm. I recognise the Mask theme so well, we all do... Masks Don't be fooled by the face I wear, for I wear a thousand masks, and none of them are me.  Don't be fooled, for goodness sake, don't be fooled. I give you the impression that I'm secure, that confidence is my name and coolness is my game, and that I need no one.  But don't believe me. Beneath dwells the real me in confusion, in aloneness, in fear. That's why I create a mask to hide behind, to shield me from the glance that knows, but such a glance is precisely my salvation. That is, if it's followed by acceptance, if it's followed by love. It's the only thing that can liberate me from my own self-built prison walls. I'm afraid that deep down I'm nothing and that I'm just no good, And that you will reject me. And so begins the parade of masks. I idly chatter to you. I tell you everything that's really nothing and nothing of what...

I have always hated the word ‘fickle minded’ but the fact is that i am nice and I really have a knack for trying to please the ones I love, the ones that mean a lot to me, while I think that has to stop I feel like some people miss read the situation, they mistake my niceness for weakness, they think I am not bold enough to say this is what I want and stick to it, they think I don’t even know what I want or maybe that is what I think. Maybe the real question I should ask myself is ‘do I know what I want, am I really fickle minded?, why do I feel like I change more than Beyonce in Frekum dress? What I do best is to make people feel comfortable around me, I do that effortlessly. I can starve myself if I think that is what you want; I can hold my tongue if I think it would make you feel okay. I really think I am use to this act that I have sieved it on to other parts of my life. When I hear someone talk about them and say ‘I mirror other people’ I think about my own ‘aliment’. If y...