Overthinking. FREEWRITING

I used to love the sound of the rain, the cold air coming through the window, the thick blankets covering me while drinking a boiling tea. Then my mind used to fly. I usually though about what I was doing, what I wanted to do, with who, without who, what I liked, what I loved, who I love… 

But that day…

 I couldn’t. 

I jus’t couldn’t. 

What happened a few hours ago was too much for me to handle I could barely breathe properly. My face was sticky because of the salty water that came out of my eyes. My body was as cold as the snow that covered that hill in the horizon. I couldn’t move. Just the thought of standing up frightened me so much, even though my heart didn’t stop telling me to run away and never look back.

 But I couldn’t. 

I just couldn’t.