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.