My life was like a series of fireworks that burned too bright, too fast, and faded so early.

A burst of colour that once delighted and fascinated me before disappearing into a dull night sky.

I refused to believe what was on the surface and seek for the face beneath that mask.

I believe that silence has more answers than words.

The first time I met my silence, I was beyond captivated and paralyzed.

He was far from the way I had imagined how he would look like.

But still he amazed me, the way he could tell me a story without even uttering a word, the way his big eyes stared at me, and the way his heart-shaped lips curled into a smile.

Then again my silence silenced me.

I myself