Mask, I don't exactly realize since when I liked using mask. Yet now I found myself enjoying this mask. Behind the strong aries I hide my blue and pretending to be someone else, someone who's stronger than me, someone who isn't as coward as me, someone who strangely can be so cold, so bare, so confident, someone who stands for herself.

Maybe this goat indeed gives me another strength which I used to look for, which I used to seek. And even though I wasn't aware at the thought of why I was and be this scared revealing myself into the world, into my real world, I want to be presistently staying in this world. Being called, being admired, being supported, being recognized feels so good. In this world, in aff world I recognized a new feel of being me, of being a true writer, of being a dreaming. It was fancinating, amazing, and endearing. Thus, it was hard for me to escape from this nice world.

Thus, I decided. I need to leave. I need to back as a human, as a person. Yet, it's funny that I desperately need a goat to be my shield. I need this strong aries to stand in front of me while I said to the others that I wouldn't be around anymore.

Me, who hides behind the strong goat called Aries.