Masks

Sometimes people disappear. It's not like abduction, or running away. They just, poof. And the most peculiar part is, no one remembers them. They are an empty seat, a faint memory.

I was given a mask. It was shining, blue, gold, violet, and the feathers blew in the wind. I didn't know I was wearing a mask. That's how most of us are. We can spend years leading normal lives.

I disappeared not too long ago. I was gone even before then. My friends were sparse but true. But they had better friends. My best friend left me for another. I was alone. I am alone. It's okay though. Loneliness is nothing new to me.