Storage Room

I have a storage room.

Located inside my heart. There's an amazing shortcut from my mind.

It has everything I have that I don't even need.

I started keeping all those emotions.
Grief. Sadness. Pain.

In a box is where I put in all the trouble, nightmares, anxiety and depression.

A barrel is where my tears were hidden. Locked up like wine that will get sweeter as years go over.

There are people. Yes.
People that I have to locked inside too.

Babies. Toddlers. Pregnant women.

They won't do me any good.

People. Bad or good.
With comments sometimes rude.

Things. Yes. Baby stuff.
The onesies I bought all in pink.
Three pairs of shirt and pajama.
Those to keep her warm and safe.

Bottles. Pins. Pacifiers.

There's too many.
My storage room is full.

It's pretty dark inside.
I can't even remember some things I kept and hide.

One day. Maybe. I may need them again. But some, I know. I just have to throw them away.

My storage room.
Locked up.
Full.

Random Thoughts and Feelings

So many thoughts in my head. Too many random thoughts in which I can't figure out which one is actually helping me out or what. I'm such a loser in organizing thoughts in my brain. So I know, what I ought to do is to write words not from my mind but from my heart.

I am so overwhelmed with too many random feelings. Too many random emotions that my mind is just like a blank space in a piece of paper.

See how messed up my mind is? I can't even put my feelings into words.
This is what I feel. Messed up. Crowded. Disorganized.

I need to clear up my mind.
I need to clear up my heart.

And I will tell you my story.