Ninety Three

I wake up with my head throbbing, and my eyes stinging.

Last night, well, I did choose to tell everything and let it all go with crying that lasted for more than two hours. The big-hearted Gabriella was calmly at my side, and several times gave me a gentle pat on the shoulder. Told me that it's okay to cry, it's okay to let it all go, and I did.

Let go of all the things that attack me in one and the same time, and without pause. All the problems that brutally shocked me mentally, and became a burden that pressed my chest until all I could feel was continuous tightness.

That feeling faded little by little because I had let it out by crying, and I was grateful that Gabriella was always by my side and said nothing but a good listener. She doesn't judge me and I don't know how I got up this morning if it wasn't because of her.

I sat myself on the bed while wrapping my whole body, except my head, with my thick blanket. My stinging eyes stare at the sight of snowfall that's back to attack N