Two weird things happened

My tutor circled the word "ephermeral" in my report with a question mark beside it. To be sure I rechecked the sentence and the paragraph and it doesn't seem out of place.

I walked past a room along my way to the toilet and saw a guy watching something which I am not very sure what it is, but my first guess is porn.

Interesting.

While people sleep, I sit and think

If you pull hard enough, no matter how tough the rope may seem to be, it'd still snap into two.

Losing track

I took a whiff and lost track of where I was. The place, the air, the mood, the sore eyes, the stuffed noses, the memories.

The uncomfortable smiles dotted by a slight twitch complimented the sympathy which was not requested, the nervous gaze perfected with little words and expressions. The sudden respect, the unfamiliar politeness, all exercised with unaccustomed caution, it's so easy to look in than to look out.

And soon after everyone avoided eye contact, vitiating the serenity that once was, pervaded the calm that once settled.

I lost all concept of time, space and even of myself. Even as I sit here now, I wonder if a significant part of me is still back there, holding my crying mum while everyone simply sat and looked on.

Me

I sometimes wonder what I can write here, trying to express myself without disclosing too much.

Friends tend to comment that as much as they know me, they just simply don't. For to establish a bond with me is an impossible chore as I'm always silent with my unpublished beliefs and unspoken words, hardly enunciating any feelings nor emotions. Even the comments posted here remain unanswered.

Everyone always hold back that tiny bit of themselves from others, comfortable and contented in their own thought that not everyone knows everything, that they are not too exposed.

Maybe to prevent from getting hurt, or to simply obviate any chances of anyone using it against themselves. Or perhaps, to forestall any likelyhood of misunderstandings and mishaps.

Then again, it could just be a selfish act. Or a fear of trust. Surely it is some devious scheme to paint a fake picture of themselves?

Or it could be just me.