tire.

The strangest time, heaviest feeling, is one where one side of yours is happy while another side of yours is in sorrow, and after some time trying to discern you found out that those sides were not that far apart.

You try to feel whether there’s any line in between, and hope there is, but there is none. They’re both on one single plain. On one straight, smooth, single plain.

You then start to worry about reality – which one is, and which one is not? For it is impossible to feel one without feeling the other. Am I happy, am I in sorrow? Both, simply. But is it possible? Is that permitted by common sense? How can I possibly describe myself right now?

Shattered?

Unified?

Scary.

You would hope that you’re just tired and should just sleep soon. Counting the stars and the sheeps and commanding your cells to sleep one by one and all those kinds of endless things-to-do while you close your eyes hoping to eventually rest. Taking back control. And everything will be okay again when you wake up.

If.

Why does life have to be so dramatic? Possessing a deep mind should not necessarily mean that you’re helpless. On the contrary.

Power is not strength. Power comes with fear, while strength peace.

So be strong.