You can’t tell by looking at a person what she or he has been trough or are going trough at this very moment. The wounds that are healed and the wounds that still are wide open. A question about something that you try to hide could be like a hard punsch in the stomach. A punch that is so hard that it makes the soul cry because of the wounds yet to be healed and not ready to be shared. Maybe not ever.
So we put on our brave faces and pretend that nothing is wrong and we try to change the conversation to a different topic as fast as we can. As we are putting our masks on we are building strong walls to protect ourselves. And the walls keeps getting higher and higher and stronger and stronger. Because how would we survive if the walls crumbled and falled?
