.Beautiful Disaster.

Tonight i penned in my personal diary:

"There is something that the feelings of sadness, depression and emptiness bring forth...That at times no matter how ill-perceived and corrosive such states are, they have a sort of forgotten beauty all at the same time. In solitude, no matter how much lonesome is triggered within, i feel an inner peace and calm, something i owe and treasure and will not easily relinquish... I bare my deepermost thoughts to really only Him, and perhaps to this pretty lil gift of a book, and they are kept away, this lil precious casket of thoughts n memories."

Every night has its own character. Tonight it has a reflective one.