Is it normal to document ones unseen sadness that is just brought by anxious precautions of the reality that enters my fantasy world. It is difficult. My cotton clouds are being destroyed, I can’t take the disappearance of my leaves that brought me shade, now my sun scorches me. I find it no surprise that I’m not being showered by my tears since I am pretty dried up at the moment. How can I tear manage to fall upon my cheek, where do they come from. Reality always finds a way to bring up the sadness that I didn’t know I even felt. It can also be the anxieties I bring up upon myself.

These anxieties are causing whirlwinds. Whirlwinds are destroying my beautiful creations. My creations are peacefully crumbling. I am too tired to rebuild. I have fallen that some of my bones have shattered.

I can’t stop reality from leaking in, I try so hard, but I can’t. I wish upon my stars and my god says you will manage. “Put your hand upon your heart”, he says. “Can’t you feel it beating?” I can feel my heart beating but it beats differently. “That is your passion. Your purpose” Is it? “Rebuild and your creations will become stronger, so you will not fall as hard.” I do as what I am told. Slowly I am rebuilding. Not only are my creations stronger but so is my world in my heart. My bones are fine. He rebuilds me.