I love the night and yet, it's the nights that feel the worse. I guess it's because there's nothing much to distract or occupy me at night and all the thoughts which I suppress during the day just floods my mind.
The doubts that fill me are many, but I know I'll be alright in a couple of hours. Hope is the most beautiful thing to me right now. I just don't know how many more of these nights I can take before it loses its beauty.
I'm scared.
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