How are you?
Never has another question startled me as much as this one: How are you? Ca va? 你好嗎? No matter in which language It scares to the degree that I would turn to another direction and run away How am I? Let me tell you, When I say, I'm fine I actually mean, I'm fucked up. When I say alright, I actually mean, nothing's right When I say not bad, I actually mean, it's too bad to begin I can't answer you in detail or a slice of honesty Because I'm too ashamed to admit how chaotic my life has become I'm too scared to tell people how weak I am I rather stay silent Or trivialize you with insignificant details Would it help if I reveal my self-destructive lifestyle? Would it help if I admit my incapability? The god-damn self-esteem forbids me The small vanity I accumulates stops me Or let's say, I'm too coward to confess Knowing that people might see me differently Or even worse, people would just leave a comment and gone Leavi