Face Masks Sinking In

The emotions swirled within me like an unstoppable tempest, threatening to consume me entirely. Every day, it seemed as though there was a constant battle raging inside, fighting to keep the demons of my addiction at bay. In a world where face masks had become the norm, I found an unexpected solace in their anonymity. Breathing in the masks was a chore, but they offered a welcome reprieve from the relentless scrutiny that often accompanied my public presence. With the world hidden behind layers of fabric, it felt as though I was camouflaging with my surroundings, blending seamlessly into the ever-changing tapestry of life. The face masks served as both a shield and a barrier, helping to alleviate some of the pressure that weighed so heavily on me. As Brenna and I navigated the labyrinthine corridors of our daily lives, the imprint of our masks would remain etched on our cheeks, a tangible reminder of the strange times in which we lived. These simple pieces of cloth provided an invaluable service, obscuring not only the turmoil that raged within me but also the booze breath that lingered after I indulged in a six-pack before the day’s end. Descending in the elevator with Brenna, the dimly lit metal box felt like a sanctuary from the world outside. The hum of the elevator’s gears served as a soothing soundtrack to our silent journey, drowning out the internal chaos that I was constantly grappling with. With every floor that we passed, I could feel my heart rate slow, my anxiety beginning to subside, if only for a moment. Catching a glimpse of myself in the elevator’s mirror, I couldn’t help but appreciate the way face masks obscured the despair etched on my face. My eyes, once full of hope and determination, now seemed like empty pools, drained of all warmth and life. The mask provided a temporary respite from the pain that haunted me, shielding me from the world as I attempted to navigate the treacherous path of my own self-destruction. The weight of my emotions seemed almost bearable with this flimsy barrier between me and the outside world. I was grateful for the small, simple act of wearing a mask, allowing me a brief respite from the all-consuming darkness that threatened to engulf me at every turn.