Category : Diary/Journal

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Christmas is a joyful time- full of light and happiness. Heavenly singers gracefully sing the usual traditional tunes and trees are lit and decorated while displaying awe. But when I see those things, I realise that it cannot conceal how I feel. Those carols endow the atmosphere with joy, but not my head. The lights may be there, but they do not light me up with happiness- they light me up with a smile though, a smile that submerges the reality of how my mind is raining with the tears I wish to let go. Christmas is full of light. Easter is full of eggs and Halloween is full of horror, but nothing compared to the glowing horror radiating my chaotic mind.