Misery and hope.

Another morning, same regretful feelings. Eyes still squeezed tightly, like I do not want to face it all again. Just don't want to wake up and do all that that I never wanted to do. Sleep is good. Pleasing! Everything feels so comforting and easy. Like a whole different world than where I actually exist. Like I own it. Like no one to judge me here. I can do whatever I want to. I love this place. Although I was lost, still, it felt good. Cold dark wood it was, could feel every bit of breath I take. I am just going deep into the woods, alone and curious. Dry leaves fallen on the ground, cracking through my feet, telling me that yes I was on the right path. Keep walking, someone or something is waiting for you on the other side. Even I can see a bright ray of light, coming from a far distance, calling my name and asking me to open the doors of my heart. Open it wide and let all that makes you feel low and sad, pour out of your heart and dry. Asking me to collect every singl...