I cried myself to sleep last night.

For once I thought it'll never end. I haven't cried in a long while and last night I finally found an incentive to force it all out. I never thought I'd cry for this reason. For every tear cascading down my cheeks is a trace of pain like no other. Yet no matter how the stabbing pain hurts, I feel no remorse for liberating my sentiments because along with the tears come images of past nightmares I haven't given a cry for. It was about time to free myself from the sorrows I've been piling in for a while. I was deprived of this emotion for ages and last night, my uncried tears poured like eternal waterfalls. Now I can breathe easy for never again will I sleep with wet pillows thrust beneath my face.

A fairytale gone.

For one moment, my heart stopped beating for the one person that's been keeping it alive. It hurts to remember every little detail, but it's much harder to try to put everything in oblivion. I cannot go on wearing this mask of pretensions - for though my facade smiles, my spirit is weary. My mind wanders in the open but my heart knows exactly where to nestle. One day, i know our worlds will collide. It may be gone for now, but it still exists for you and I.