Today was supposed to be a happy today.
I woke up feeling light and happy.
Knowing that good things are waiting for me.
My day was full of laughters and smiles.
It was floating on a cloud-nine.
But when the clock strikes at eight.
Unwanted thoughts are forming in my brain.
Slowly, I was drowning.
Never really knowing how to swim.
And so I can't stand up.
But I can move my hands to write.
I can write these thoughts and emotions.
Instead of bottling them up and letting it burst without any caution.
What a pity for me to feel this way.
I never wanted to be a victim of this anyway.
