About sighing....

Everyone has their own meaning to a sigh; for me, they steal away your happiness. As I sigh, the air leaving my lungs, as in a slow motion picture, I can feel it taking away the brightness and joy that was in my chest, so close to where that same air came from.

Lately I've been compelled to sigh every five or ten minutes, I'm not tired, so it's not from missing air; it's most surely than not, that it has to do with the foul mood that has been raining on my parade. Why of this mood? I don't even know myself. The only sure thing is that it's taking over me and ruining my chances of happiness and the chances of happiness I could bring to those who may or may not love me.

So, while I try and keep myself from sighing and letting this unused happiness escape, another sigh finds its way out of my lips. If only this words could express the bitterness with which I write them, hopping for a better day, for a better me, hopping, against the little hope I still had, that they might help me get this blackness out of my chest and, even if it doesn't fill with light, at least leave room for it, for the time it might come, for the time I decide I want it back and snatch it away from these sighs that have taken to themselves the authority to take it away.

I'll drift to sleep, because as a wise man said once "When we dream, we enter a world that's entirely own".~ Albus Dumbledore. Although, may I add, that sometimes a dreamless sleep might be the best, specially when your heart is as unsettled as mine; and your soul is as broken and disturbed as mine; at least at this very moment.