~FloodOfTears

Another curveball to duck, another introspective turn towards the deepest wounds within the heart. There is something about being alone that causes the mind to wander too much... foraging old paths down memories you wish you could just leave behind. The constant beatings at one's own self-esteem often cracks the rock-hard surface eventually... revealing a beating heart that's bleeding with every tear it caused you to cry. I no longer feel shackled... but a strange yet familiar emptiness invades in the quiet night, permeating my dreams... visions of falling apart, of being left behind, of failing. And I awake feeling like I have relived my worst fears, and I worry that I have let them seep into the day.

I will not give up. And I will not let myself break me down. For doubt is a pain too lonely to realise that faith is his twin brother... and I have faith that I will see the light of day again.