I slept last night with a heavy chest almost about to explode when poked again by reality. I swallowed everything no matter how bad it tastes like, just like a pill, more likely a man's cum. I had trouble sleeping. Thoughts kept on haunting me. I just got tired of thinking too much, and then fell asleep.

It's raining, but today, I don't feel lonely anymore. It's surprising that I don't feel as lonely as I was the past few days. I think I vented most of it already. I feel alive and free. I don't have much fears, restrictions, and insecurities.

I woke up this afternoon with a light heart. It felt good. It felt great knowing that I was able to feel again. It felt nice knowing that I am still capable of being hurt. I nourished the feeling, put it into words and spilled it on a blank canvas. It felt good.

Reality's kiss sure is bitter, but it has a sweet aftertaste.

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