Bursting out into something

I’m still angry at the world. I feel that angriness within me.

I need to walk on the grass or lay there just looking at the sky. I need to see the unfamiliar faces I won’t ever miss. I need silence and quietness.

I don’t need to be remembered nor receive fake smiles. I don’t need meaningless words nor vain promises.

I can be unloved. I can be ignored. I can be forgotten.

I can train myself not to love.  I can train myself to ignore. I can train myself to forget.

Or I can accept it. I can accept the dark clouds, the never-ending questioning, the “roller-coaster” mood.

I can accept that I’m sad and that’s ok. It’s ok to be sad.

I can accept that I cannot write all the time about hope and happy endings and sometimes it’s better just to say: “I’m fed up”.