PAIN

My thoughts reminisce last night's distinct - stirring - feelings I had. I poked a finger to the sky. My eyes in the darkness was excavated by the void, a pinhole in my heart was turning into chasm.I subscribed with the idea of blogging, and here's my first blog.
Some say that writing is the cheapest form of therapy.If that's the case, then, I've been in a therapy for the past 15 years or so. Now, whether or not it has done any good, it is yet to be answered.

Sometimes, when no one's there to give you support, you don't have a choice but to FACE it by yourself. and during those times , you feel as though you'd want to lock yourself in a closet just to deny the pain. Day by day, you live in a hell of loneliness and regret that you'd wanted to shout and let others share their sympathies to you. Yet, you hesitate, coz you don't want them seeing your pain and your sufferings.

-PAIN- damn the person who started it all. For he doesn't understand what pain is. But thanks to him, I am metamorphosed from a weakling to a better person. Sensitive yet strong, vulnerable yet determined.
I admire Bella Swan(Twilight Saga), she's like a child with a naive charm, when Jane told her "This may hurt a little" the excruciating pain being imposed to her was ineffectual.For solitude comes next after all these sufferings. It's the consolation of all agonies.

I do believe that God has reasons why I am into this situation now, and at the outset, the singular drive that is keeping me to hold on, spurring me to dream on is the idea that the sun will shine after this storm, then suddenly PAIN will cast away from me.(crossed fingers)

-dyoyzee-