melancholy

she needed to take a break.

her heart. her mind. her body.

the trouble with her is that people are used to her being happy. little do they know, there are days that her happiness is just a front. right now, she knew that she wasnt naturally happy... that underneath that surging hyperactive energy, her body, her mind and her heart was a mass of desperate fatigue.

she opens her eyes to another day. the sadness clawing at her throat like razorblades. making them it tight and painful to swallow. she needed a good cry, but for some strange reason, the tears never seemed to flow.

she picks up her mobile phone and saw that Finn sent her a message. "zzzz... you still sleeping? wake up. im eating cheese combos. i'll feed you"

Finn was one of the few people that made her truly happy. so she replies "miss me already? we were just talking early this morning."

even though she was still heartsore, she gets up from bed, pads barefoot to the kitchen and brews her coffee.

she goes back to her room and sits by the window, like a cat during ancient times, she perched on her window seat and watched the people on the road scrabbling like ants. hitherto and hitherfro.

she tells herself, its no time to be blue. Finn needs you. so she takes a larger sip from her coffee cup and braces herself for the coming day.