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Is everything alright with you?”

Yes, why?

“You seem sad.”

Is it? Oh no

I’m always like this.

I may look sad

because of my sunken eyes;

they like to tell stories

I never wrote.

It might indicate something,

but no

I’m not stressed.

Didn’t have a sleepless night.

When I woke up this morning,

my body wasn’t tired

I was fresh,

alive,

like someone who remembers

how to breathe again.

It’s just my face

gave up today.

That happens, doesn’t it?

I mean, I’m not an actor.

But sometimes

it’s good to wear sunglasses

if your eyes are teary,

or pretend you’re going to the bathroom

just to wash your face,

let the water

negotiate with your emotions.

Oh no, it’s normal.

Many people cry

under blankets at night

oh, not me,

of course not me.

I can cry,

I can fry my mind

oh wait, it’s Friday, isn’t it?

I don’t eat boiled food;

everything should be fried.

Tried.

Dried.

I’m not sad

it’s just my face,

my stubborn face,

that refuses to accept

that it is happy.

Otherwise, you know,

I’ve got masks.

I can make my face

a happy face,

a festival face,

a face that fools even me.

“Oh, is it looking naturally sad?”

Oh

thank you so much.

I rang the director and said,

It’s the perfect timing.

Shall we shoot today?