She made herself another one of those coffees in the tall glass, the second of the day but the first one of the rest of her life. Her mind rushed between vague thoughts of uncertainty and she couldn't really decide weather she was happy or slightly sad, or if she was even bordering on utter insanity. How was it possible to have opposite emotions every other second? The thought made her tired, and the weather seemed to even reflect her indecisiveness and she knew she wouldn't get constant sunshine unless she learnt to juggle her emotions in an even rythm.
How does one know which voice to listen to when all those emotions are trying to drown out each other with a thousand different melodies until you can't hear a word?
The thought suddenly amused her and she wondered why the clouds battled the sun for the space up there, when the sky seemed endless.
- Mellow Inspiration, June 2012
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