Bottle of Joy

Entry #37

I was staring at the moon outside the balcony.

The bright moon that shines when everything is dark. It's endless hope even in darkness.

I'm drinking a glass of milk while typing up the novel I always wanted to finish but never had the courage to publish publicly. I'm hiding this piece of me. The fucked up kid I grew up to be.

I stopped and sighed.

I was staring at the blinking cursor as my mind went blank. The worse time to have a writer's block.

I looked at the time and it was 12:43am. How strange.

I save what I have and took a last glimpse of the moon.

My heart somehow hurts. I was longing for something.

I shook my head and head back inside, closing the doors to the balcony.

As I lay on my bed, a tear fell.