There's so much beauty in acceptance. I guess I really can't escape the fact that I have had several episodes of Major Clinical Depression in my life. I guess no matter how far I am now from being sick, it will always be a part of my story.. and well, my whole journey.
I just want to share a fraction of my journey.
The beginning of a not so fairy tale story
There was once a little girl
her hair is short
her cheeks so pale
she barely smiles
she draws all day
she loves to watch the rain
she likes to be alone
playing in the background
is an old familiar song
there is sorrow in her eyes
there is paint in her hands
but contrary to what she felt
were beautiful thoughts in her mind
she flies everywhere
she floats in the sea
but it's not what it seemed
she called them "dreams".
I had a music box before and I could still hear the music playing in my head especially during rainy days. The song was a classic ballad. It was "Over the rainbow".
Happy Easter everyone! :)
