Oh Please Brain, Overrule My Damn Stupid Heart.

Have you eat with your tears drooling into your plate? 

Have you ever been trying so hard to stop that tears you've never being the cause of it? 

Have you ever moving on life without leaving your pillow wet before your eyes shut to sleep? 

No? Anya? 

Sometimes being strong is not enough. 

Gosh some people are too good at sprinkling salts on active wound. 

At all times, being listened to is the best therapy one can get. Listen, don't judge. 

Your appearance is to be noticed. 

Your personality is meant to be appreciated and understood. 

Your strength is to be maintained and your weakest spot must be hidden somewhere not a breathing person knows. 

Told you. I write best when I'm broken enought to write. If it was just a drop or two, the writing won't work. 

Maybe it needs like an ocean of tears where there's pool inside the eyelids. When they no longer can hold them, the pool broke into streaming waters across the blushed cheeks. 

The lungs expand bigger when you're crying. Your heart beats faster. 

Your vessels dilate, your face is turning red. Your facial muscles contract more making ugly expressions that no one can bear watching. 

We all have gone that precious moment. The moment when we only got our two feet to stand on where nobody could do anything to change what had happened. 

Indeed, His plan is for you. His solution is also made available for you. 

Just in case you forgot, He will always be there for you, at limitless time, boundless communication, in any languange and at how vulnerable and indefensible you are. 

Have faith baby. 

Your time is about to come. Keep on hoping.