This is normal, and I often reach this point these days—instead of locking myself inside my own room and overthinking about certain things, I will sing until I become voiceless; run until my feet no longer have the courage to walk; cry until my body feels numb of everything. I look for calmness in between words and lyrics, roads and places, sobs and tears.

Exhausting, but I will always seek for a rest after it—the kind of sleep where all I could feel is like I am floating in free air. And it will take me quite a long while to regain my sanity; but at least, once I close my eyes, I will no longer care about the world around me; my head will only be filled with nothing. And I apologize for not replying for days; by that time, I decide not to answer any questions, because I am tired of feigning happiness.

Surely, peace will have a hard time looking for me again, but it will be back—I put all my trust in it.