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.