Cap ou pas cap? Truth or dare! I am game! I am always game on beautiful beginnings. I am there. I am the best version of myself when the future looks bright, when the present is good to me and the pleasure of slowly discovering new land is at its high. Good beginnings make me the most enthusiastic of first-try-ers. And the best of possibilities just seem to sweep me up my feet. And I am the nicest person you can be around, but... HA! There's always a but. Yes, when the beginnings look good, my face is smiling, my eyes are full of hope, but my speech is at its most boring shape. It denies the pleasure, it kills the enthusiasm and limits the joy. My speech is like the old sister, who's still a maid and hates love stories and knows best that there's no happy ending.
Still on second thought, the old maid masque is just a cover that protects the perfect feeling of all harm - not to be jinxed, not to get chipped in any way. It allows bystanders to get a short glimpse of the way I feel, but not interfere in the happy cocoon except for a couple of people that bring light in that small cavity, beating in melodic rhythms. For them I am game!
