Dear Diary,
Somedays, your heart is sooo filled that it reaches your eyes. It's 12, It's raining outside and my heart is so filled that i barely have words. (I think it's the with the day, my brain is not sharp today. I have been doing mistakes the whole day).
My playlist has songs - Beautiful birds, 500 Miles, High Hopes, Apocalypse, Passenger - words, cold little heart.
I don't know what is this feeling. I mean I am happy, it's all good. I play with Navu, she is like the most beautiful thing at the moment. I went out with her also today, we talked and its all so good. And i know i am not upset with myself either, i am doing ok. It isn't the time to talk to myself yet.
Yet there is something, in me, something unfulfilled. Something not believing. Something, not understanding. It wants to watch the rain & fade into the night.
I know I am sounding crazy to you right now. But such is this feeling, I really don't have words. But my heart is filled, with love, hope, dreams and fear.
Sayonara!
❤️❤️