If I could tell the world just one thing
It would be that we're all OK
And not to worry 'cause worry is wasteful
And useless in times like these
I won't be made useless
I won't be idle with despair
I will gather myself around my faith
For light does the darkness most fear
My hands are small, I know
But they're not yours, they are my own.

Hello, I'm going to be strong.

I have discovered a wonderful way to destress/take a break. And that is to write poems while listening to really calming music. I was doing just that yesterday, scribbling down anything that came on the fancy of my imagination while listening to this 3-CD compilation of piano music my mom bought. Apparently it's for meditation or yoga, and it's really nice to listen to.

I reckon I've stopped living here a long time ago. I'm living in my head instead. I spend my time daydreaming and thinking of stories about people I happen to find interesting, on the bus, on the streets. I think of all the things I'd love to do if I could afford the time to. And I just keep dreaming and dreaming.

I wish I could tell my brain to slow down for a bit. To stop thinking so much, because it never used to carry so much thoughts in the past. I want to tell it, hey, quit thinking for a bit, you're giving me a headache. I'm afraid that one day, when I finally wake up from my little fantasy world, because I feel as if I'm living in one, I'll become so disillusioned because all my expectations of my life and things can never be met.

So yes, I need to be a bit less dreamy, and stronger and more resilient. I feel as if I'm walking around with a fishbowl inverted over my head sometimes.

Alright. This rechargeable battery needs to go and recharge herself now.