It's 3:30 in the night.
Here, sitting by the window with a cup of tea in my hand, I am listening to this war between my mind and my heart.
Mind being the typical mind, is forcing me to go to sleep as I have to continue with my day tomorrow, which is gonna be a little bit more exhausting and boring being the starting of the week.
Heart being a careless heart, is encouraging me to spend time with myself, to manipulate mind into bringing out the deepest of thoughts that it keep buried in, not only the ones that are hidden from the world but also the thoughts that I ignore, that I run from.
And here I am, with a melancholic smile on my face witnessing the biggest and important war that goes on in humans life. Both my mind and my heart ignores what I am feeling and are trying to impersonate themselves on me.
I don't care if it's Monday tomorrow or Tuesday, I don't give a shit about the thoughts that I am afraid of, I just want to be.
Sitting here, with rain pouring outside the window, I am begging my heart and mind to just them let me be.
I don't know what I am preparing myself for, where this melancholy will lead me to, whether it will make me, or break me. Well, who gives a fuck, I am already broken, deep inside, i don't care what else will this melancholy do to me, what will it turn me into.
Screaming! I say, listen to me, both of you, mind and the heart, you can continue with your argument tomorrow, but for now, just do me a favour, mind please help my heart beat, and both of you please just let me be.
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