Just noticed I haven’t been post up something which I can categorize under Happiness for quite a while.
Talked to my old friend, Tsuay, just minutes ago. Feel better. Yet still feel slightly terrible and lost. But better.
It will be fine. It will.
Had a good cry. A cosy conversation. A nice comforter to wrap myself up. From the reality.
And with good music.
I’m still the Bean. But rather disturbed right now.
Currently listening to Fiona Apple - Slow like honey.
Though dreams can be deceiving
like faces are to hearts
they serve for sweet relieving
when fantasy and reality lie too far apart…
It’s drizzling out there. I like to smell the fresh air when it’s raining at my balcony.
So clean.
And the cold breeze.
There is new life out there. New hopes.
Rains mark a new beginning. A clean start.
That’s why I love rains.
