post traumatic stress..

my eyes are fighting with my head.. the twins wanting to rest.. and the dwarf compeltely restless.. its then i realise.. its not the head that is restless..

its something else.. something tat reaches beyong the realms of the understanding of my rather miniscule brain and its minisculer still experience levels..

maybe someday, i'll teach my grand kids about.. but right now.. i need to figure my way out of this stress thats promising to drive me to the immigration desk of insanity..

and why....

i'd only wish i could answer...

yeah but i know that sometimes hurt comes from the corners you expect it least from.. and it comes in ways you never fathom..

but the pain is only as deep as you want it to be... because sometimes.. the best you can do in pain is smile it through.. hell.. easier said than done.. but yet..

or reach out to someone who'd just hear you out.. or just know that they'll always have an ear for you..

thats when sometimes you get to know that you have two poles.. north and south...

the eyes are hurting.. and so is a lot more.. but i will smile..

tomorrow is a new day.. with a chance to make a brand new beginning and a brand new end...

PS : A birthday cake or a columbian coffee flavoured icecream can help ease the pain too..