When I woke up today my eyes were full because I knew what I had lost.. I knew a dream had died somewhat.. I was angry. Angry with myself. I wanted to slam doors, shout, scream, break the glasses, blame myself, blame God, I wanted to go out , get drenched so as to wash these emotions away. There were about a billions of emotions.. anger, sad, frustration, hurt, I was so angry that if somebody were to touch me they would have burned of my wrath. I wanted to get out of my bed, but my legs were stiff.. I couldn't breathe, I wanted to not to cry but the tears rolled down my cheek.. I dragged my self out from the bed.. I struggled to find the bottle of water.. I drank one sip.. I was thirsty.. very thirsty.. I wanted to drink more.. But i couldn't.. It was yet another conflicting situation.. Tired of trying.. I smashed the bottle against the wall.. spilling the water all around.. I walked towards my laptop.. I started writing.. but I couldn't find words.. I Knew things were not going to be the same.... I could hear the sound of my heart break..
