I almost forgot how its like to be happy, genuinely happy. At my best, I was living beyond plain existence. What I am was less important to what I was doing.
But now, as I stare at the mirror, I couldn't recognise myself, who that person is. What am I becoming? What am I now? What was I before? Felt something was lost in between.
As if my tears knew the perfect cue, it rushed down like water from a dam. I've been holding back for so damn long.
I am wrong. Honesty's not gentle-- its brutal.