Recent past was rather silly.
You know, sometimes we wish we were in total control of our emotions.
Sometimes it just beats you.
You cry at silly songs.
You stare at random pictures.
You imagine dire circumstances.
You make yourself tragic, even Shakespeare looks rather delightful.
Drama Queen I were.
Perhaps i would skip this one.
I should never have forgotten who i was and where i am supposed to be.
What i can and what i cant.
My walls and my limits.
I am a prisoner of birth.
I must not leap, for i am in harness.
Not even in dreams.
. . . . . . . . . . .
Yes. All Done.
Locked the little weird black box.
Tied the key to the largest stone i could muster.
Threw it in the deepest of all wells in the world.
I am Free.
If i say so myself so many times, I might start believing it.
I will be alright.
No one ever died of broken hearts, they say.