I want this storm outside my window to rage on for a little longer.

It started raining all of a sudden, and it seemed to me as though the sky were screaming at the top of its lungs.

Yet another long day has taken its place in the mundane,
and something has sapped the strength out of you.
It feels like mouldy cakes with soggy fruits,
Milk gone sour in a bowl of bland cereal-
How someone can call another 'disgusting'
for shifting something in front of a fan because she didn't see it,
Is beyond my comprehension.

It was obviously taking it out on something trivial,
And all they had to do was to mention it and explain things
But of course, it isn't the perfect ending to a long day without sth like this as the cherry on top happening.

There seems to be a lot of anger stored in our hearts lately

And indeed, there is.

Something is going terribly wrong with people's hearts,
You could play the sweet and understanding role and allude it all to stress
And lack of sleep and constant hunger from skipped meals and bad dreams and the recurrent haze and anything, anything at all
That would divert one's attention from the fact that we are all damaging one another and squaring our shoulders in indignation when the others reply in a way that stands up for themselves because, well, we're stressed and anything is justifiable when you feel like shit.

I stood in the shower for as long as I could, letting the warmth, the smell of steam, the sound of unshy water gushing down my neck, envelope me, and for my mind to go blank in that loving space.

If I could, I would never leave
In the same way that I don't want to let go of the fuzzy pink bunny I named Floppy
Or for the chaotic sky to remain clouded, unsure, and upset.

And I would wish to myself, like I always did, for people to quit yelling and dumping shit on people, and to reinforce my belief that I don't ever want to ----------.