Her pillow is her sincere diary. When she is emotional, the diary gets full. One day, she tries climbing to the peak of her borderline love. She is unstable for the downpour bleached her trench coat and the years with her loved ones.
Her heart beats faster as she climbs ahead; the hollow trees she spends gasping their downed hands are her discovered friends. It lasted longer than she'd imagine, appalled to being perplexed but too anxious for memories worth disappearing to.
Finally, she stands on the peak and the journey tires her. Below, she could see two men. One of the men shrieks with laughter while the other one chants, "The sun is going to explode. What's the point?"
Both laugh their lungs out and she begins to chuckle watching such sighting. Their laughter is sharp but genuine. She decides to sit down and watch the two men for a long time, making herself comfortable just like those two men are comfortable with the idea humanity will be at peace.
Somewhere in the ending, she learns to clean herself without indulging a box of soap powder. She slips down and runs back home, falls to her bed and says an entry to her pillow of sincere diary.
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Sanity For Two
Poetry"I remember why it's important for me to continue living." A collection of poems and a few short stories mainly about mental illness, suicide, death, abuse, love and friendship. ((SOME TOPICS IN THIS WRITING MIGHT BE TRIGGERING TO SOME READERS, SO...
