I cried. Uncontrollably. What's astonishing is that I cried at a public place like Koshy's. Thankfully everyone there is so into their own world, that no one really gives a damn! So I cried. I guess the pain of wanting, the pain of not getting, the burden of pain and the pain of not revealing got to me. I cry. Very often. But like this?

I deleted a post. First time. Because I became uncomfortable calling someone names. For no fault of his. Fits of anger need to be controlled. There needs to be more application of thought sometimes to the words I dish out. Anger gave me false bravado. Anger's dissipated. In its place? Only tears. Of hopelessness.

Sanity and lucidity make their presence felt like seasons.

Wherever you go, always take the weather with you. I wish I was the weather and I could be part of someone's life for ever.