ataraxis

xiv

Aren't we all broken inside? It's just some of us chose to hide their cracks and feel the hurting in silence. Some learned to tend their own wounds and aim for their healing. Some found their saviour. Some found love. And the others, they learned to breathe and live with pain and patch all their broken bones in the game of play pretend. They master the pretense skillfully that they wear it like their second skin. And in their minds, they knew that even if they heal or not, it will make no difference at all. Because they're broken. Irreparable.

xiv: “the art of pretense”