The Burdened Soul..

A wet pillow...

Some old stories..

And swollen eyes..

Night has a lot of stories to tell...

The image of the incident kept playing in my mind...

The burden is too heavy to be carried by me now..

The night seems to be longer with every minute passing by...

Night has a lot of stories to tell...

But this needs to stop now...

I gathered myself the other day....

Went out and did something I love the most...

Dancing...

I danced to my heart's content..

I now can see my problem with a new perspective...

The burden seems to lessen now...

I now no longer feel the night heavy as now I have a new way to deal with it...