immediate reactions

I ran out of coke and coffee that night. I soo wanted to sleep [like badly!], but i can’t. Sometimes i feel like walking out to the kitchen, wash my mug, put it back in the cupboard and go to sleep…but i kept holding on to that stupid thing. Red ants started attacking me and I moved to the next bed.

Yeah, there were tears. It felt endless. It felt like i didn’t want to stop.

Somehow i did. It took a lot of prayers and acceptance. I won’t care for forgiveness anymore. I can’t forgive, am not willing to… Ifelt my head hit my knees as the mug hit the floor…

I’m like the mug at times - empty. broken thing.

I wiped my tears and glued the pieces back. Now it looks good as new.

Felt good to have moved on.