We all bear masks – to be liked, to fit in, to be accepted…
Only for brief moments the human is without mask, defenseless, fragile, gentle, very sweet and vulnerable. Only a flash and the mask slips on again. Protected again.
My mask smiles forever, like a clown’s. The eyes sparkling, smile to the ears and a small tear-drop in the corner of the eye. He’s never sad, tired or angry. Perhaps ironic sometimes.