Amazing how humans have mastered the art of pretence.
Not so long ago since I embraced behind the scenes for a role. But for the longest, the front scenes the biggest deal, or so I thought. But boy oh boy was I wrong! My lenses the magic they had not shot.
Observing, Learning. Taking the mental notes. A lot of laughing of course.
Such a joyful face. Ironically, different is the reflection from the small screen when typing that simp text. Not that there's a precedent that outlaws the act, just that it's funny when you're the only one.
Party life on the go. Apparently, all they want is that simple message from the one they love. The one with the kind of touch they wish but can barely have because of the miles that keep them apart.
Oh! And did I talk about my silly self. Convinced I'm better than them because I'm the journalist and not the journal. Did you get that? Did I get that?
As I said, it's amazing how humans have mastered the art of pretence.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem