Refuge

underneath my outside face,
there's a face that none can see.
a little less smiley,
a little less sure,
but a whole lot more like me.

— Shel Silverstein

I saw the most beautiful hues in the sky this morning, wondering why it wasn't there on the mornings before. Lingered a little too long at my balcony murmuring my overwhelming thanks to The Fashioner, The Shaper, The Designer for giving me a chance to witness such a remarkable scenery.

I can actually count the number of days I feel more than okay to be out of bed. My mania days are the easiest -- I can't even sleep easily the night before. I would drag my Sunshine to talk to me till I fall asleep. The depressive days are the easiest to sleep for; or should I say all I want to do is sleep. If I can't sleep enough, I would have the tendency to cry for nothing, my moodswings are so obvious all I wanted to do is just sit in one corner and just stare into space.

Mornings like today wasn't any of the two. It stood on its own, so overpowering to the point that I know I will remember it forever.