I don’t know what to name this post.
I started this day with bucket of tears even before I fell asleep.
Unconsciously, I feel so drained without knowing the reason.
The reason that deep down is—always—laying on the floor,
of the hollow,
of my soul.
Apparently I am not so done about this.
Something is still lingering, and scratching my skin.
And sometimes hurts my heart too.