An Open Letter II: Bleak Hours

I though the feeling would eventually fade, die or maybe would just cease. After all there is not one soul who knows. I almost tell a friend about it then decided against it. You cannot trust anyone today, sometimes I am even afraid to trust my own soul. But then, it still lingers within me and I know I am losing the battle, when in fact I am just battling with myself.

The worst thing I guess is when you cannot find a way to release your thoughts and feelings. It feels like you are the only one that’s got an issue because you are being bottled up. When there is nothing to do but think, you get to oversimplify things then end up with the bleakest fact, there is nothing between the lines. Just words. No emotions. Just messages that mean to pass the day because there is nothing to do for now.

The analytical part of my brain is trying to think back of the times when I started over rating things. I always say a few more times is all I need and those few more times are eventually gone. Well. Time to lighten up and pushed for a new hours that starts at daybreak when it is brighter to look at things and I can have a clearer sight of what is real.