Sunday morning;

Sometimes, no matter how much and how often and how hard and how simple and how complex you string syllables and letters and punctuations together, you can’t completely express the things flowing in your mind and your heart.

I don’t want people to think I’m sad all the time because I’m not. It just happens that I’d rather express my sadness and embrace my happiness. If I’m sad, I’m going to release it and write about it. If I’m happy, I’m just going to take that emotion in my arms and engulf myself in it. I don’t want to release it by writing about it. I’d rather just feel it soak into my skin and bones than bleed it out from my fingertips.