Sunday Morning

Woke up with the phone, well I wanted to sleep really late today but looks like I cant.

So got up and saw several messages on my phone, how did I sleep throughout the night like dead.

But don't we all sleep like the dead?

A few days ago, I used to get scared of the nights, it was when I was actually alone, it was when I didn't have to pretend, it was when I had to face my emotions, it was when I had no where to run from what I really was going through.

but over the days, I seem to have come to terms with my own fears, my fears make me sleep now, it gives me comfort and the pain is not riding there anymore .

I have reached a stage of tranquility and serenity....I realized nothing really matters.

I just cant seem to write today....there is a certain block in my head, a numbness in my hands and a dryness in my words...

I think I should stop..

well...this is the SUNDAY MORNING....I guess...