It's Okay

It's okay

We are okay

I know it hurts, I wish I could avoid it... but I have to accept the seasons of my heart. 

It wants to cry, so let it cry.

I used to think that the midnight hours exaggerated our pain to an unbearable level. But the darkness only reveals to us our repressed longings. These hours are the most concentrated experience of my day, as I can feel my heart unfold my vulnerability and my sensitive side which I try to hide during the day.

What’s more hurtful is my behaviour of never being able to reach out to someone even when I know I can and should at such trying times. 

I keep thinking, who could be the one that I can reach out to, to talk about the things most essential, most important to me?

How can that person suddenly understand the things which have welled up within me for years.. on a random 2 am call, while I whimper and struggle to speak..?

Why do we really have to be this alone?

Why are our most earnest thoughts only known to us and hidden from the people around us? 

I really wish for a world filled with more belongingness and empathy.

So that on days like these, someone like me, doesn’t feel so tattered in spirits.